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[hasasoul]

[You walk on to some … yard place. There's a faint ringing noise in the background. Angel and and his favorite blonde bitch (sorry Buffy) are there, sprawled out on lawn chairs, wearing bathing suits and sunglasses. That probably wouldn't be so weird if it weren't the middle of the night. At least the moon is nice and bright

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[slayerpreferred]

[Buffy immediately makes a face of revulsion, turning to leave and pretend this never happened when she .. runs into an umbrella. Smooth, Buffy. There goes her exit strategy.]

[slayerpreferred]

[She can't help but smile a little, tightening her embrace.] You're really okay?

[hasasoul]

It takes a lot to make me not-okay.

[slayerpreferred]

I know, it's just... I'm really glad you're here.

[hasasoul]

Me too. I mean ... I'm glad you're here. And that I'm here. But I'm glad you're here.

[slayerpreferred]

[She laughs, even if it's a bit teary. Dolphins make her cry okay no judgey.]

You always were one with words. The wordy one.

[hasasoul]

That's what they tell me. [Let him ~delicately wipe your tears away~, Buffy.]

[slayerpreferred]

[She ducks her head, all embarrassed and afluster for being ~emotional~.] Well, they speak the truth. That's some good, solid truthliness right there.