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[frost_la_magra]

Who: Buffy, Mercury and Frost
Where: Madison Square room 303;
Rating: PG-13 [Will update, Sure the language will bump it up soon enough]
Summary: AWKWARD.

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[unsharedburden]

Buffy's nerves were more than a little shot. She had no idea what was happening, or what the deal was... She was pretty much in the dark, and not that thrilled about it. She settled next to him, noting his own anxiousness, and her hand moved to find one of his. She didn't linger long, just gave it a squeeze, then hugged her arms around herself, against her sides and tucked under each one's opposite.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but abruptly withdrew all thought of verbalizing what was on her mind. Leaning over, she rested her head to his shoulder, eyes fixed on the opened door. Her brow furrowed as her face settled into a frown that didn't seem too keen on leaving, expression solid in discomfort.

Who could it possibly be, that had him all worked up? That she needed to wait to see, to know?

[mercuryquick]

Mercury's steps were soundless as she climbed the stairs to the floor above. She wasn't quite sure what was going on with Deacon, but she had a feeling she wasn't going to like it. The fact that he commented on her being alive was confusing, and adding in the strangeness that she had been witness to since waking up was not pleasing.

And oh yeah, waking up when she hadn't slept in over twenty years was a bit discerning. Mercury paused before opening the door at the top of the stairs. She mentally braced herself before proceeding to the open doorway he had said was his room.

Mercury lifted her hand and knocked on the wooden door frame, anxious to hear what it was he had to tell her.

[frost_la_magra]

His eyes flitted up from Buffy and to Mercury as he gave just the faintest nod of his head. "Come in, have a seat." Sure this place was nothing like what either of them were used too-- there wasn't even any fucking furniture. But that was a minor bit in a bigger issue.

He rubbed his thumb over his chin, corner of his mouth cocking just slightly in an awkward expression. "There's nowhere to fucking sit, but the floor will have to do for now."

[unsharedburden]

Her eyes lifted at the knock, to -- a pretty, blonde... Buffy's eyes narrowed, the hair on the back of her neck standing up with the prickling heat. A lump formed and jumped to her throat, which she promptly swallowed back down. ... Vampire.

She clenched her teeth, jaw setting. She had a feeling what she was about to hear would not be anything remotely close to warm-fuzzy-inducing. Her eyes flitted back to Deacon, and she just looked at him, expectantly.