[031] - voice/action

[slaying]

It's happened. [A long pause and the sound of warm clothing being wrapped around.] Anyone who knew--knows--Angel? He's been sent home. I woke up this morning and all his stuff was cleared out.

[The feed abruptly cuts off as Buffy slams the book shut. She ventures outside and anyone walking by Good Spirits can probably see her sitting at a table

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[action]

[canyonsiniowa]

[ Kirk walks up behind her, slipping a mug in front of her. Hot cocoa. Better with the weather than whatever it was she was drinking. ]

[action]

[slaying]

[Luckily for the both of them, her poison hadn't exactly been picked yet. At the sight of the mug she looks up. Oh, Jim. That's certainly enough for a small smile.]

Thanks.

[action]

[canyonsiniowa]

[ A nod and he sits down next to her. He lets out a sigh, wings shuffling under the large coat from Delta Vega. ]

Wanna do anything?

[action]

[slaying]

[She has a sip from the mug.] Most of what I want to do involves a scientist and a baseball bat. First Dawn, now Angel? I know we're supposed to be glad they got to go home but I just feel all stomach-twisty.

voice;

[moonflowering]

A friend of yours? I'm sorry.

voice;

[slaying]

I'm sure he'll be fine. He's got a habit of doing well for himself.

voice;

[moonflowering]

Although that doesn't stop your own sadness. So, I hope that you are able to feel better soon.

voice;

[slaying]

It'll pass--it's just? You see, this person also has a habit of going away. You'd think it would start hurting less.

But...thanks.

[count_gardios]

[Guy will be tending the bar and up at the counter if she wants to order anything. He might bother her in a few minutes to see how she's doing, too.]

[slaying]

[Buffy, finally fed up with being so unsure about all this liquor business, calls across from her table.]

Guy? What can you reccomend that doesn't taste like something you'd use to clean out a car engine.

[count_gardios]

Vodka-based fruit drinks. [Guy comes around the counter to her table, wiping his hands on a dishtowel; he'd been cleaning glasses.] The bite is still there, but you can at least enjoy the taste. You're twenty, right?

[slaying]

Twenty-four, actually. [Yeah, the short and curveless girl is rather short and very curveless.] And one of those sounds great.

[salvagedslayer]

[there's a look of relief on Faith's face when she hears Buffy's voice over the book]

Thought you might've kicked off back for more Sunnydale mayhem too.

[slaying]

I've made it a point to avoid craters. Not enough coffee shops for my taste.

[That was about the flattest joke ever.]

[salvagedslayer]

Eh, you know what I mean. Losing you both'd be crap.

[aaaaaand that's enough for awkward not!comfort talk, especially since Faith's sad about Angel going too]

Anyway. You know. Sorry.

[slaying]

Don't be. You know the story. Big tragic love, yadda yadda yadda. Bottom line? Impossible. It's easier apart. Probably.