[037] - action

[slaying]

[Buffy had never before noticed the terrifying effect of blood on snow. Especially when it was her own. In California, blood had a habit of sinking black into the dark, uncovered ground. But as she walks slowly back into the village, she winces to look over her shoulder and see the sporadic trail of bright, bleeding red behind her. There's a bad

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[james_morph]

[What's even worse then the sight of blood on snow, is smelling it. And James is most certainly smelling it, and is loping along towards Buffy through the snow]

Oi! Stop moving ya suicidal git! [He comes skidding to a halt in the snow next to her]

[slaying]

Delirious, she rambles:] Please make with the letting me down, okay? I'll just...chill here and die if I have to. Been there, done that.

[She's not even quite sure what she's saying, distracted as she is by the pain.]

[james_morph]

Fucking hell... I hope you're not like this when you don't have a bloody hole ripped through ya.

[Looks down at her and chews his lip thoughtfully] Oi, which way to house 7?

[slaying]

You let me down, and I'll show you the way.

[Her jaw is set, no matter how weakly.]

[james_morph]

Set you down so you'll fall over? Don't think so.

Just tell me where you live so I can dump your ass off with whatever doctor is living there, alright? If you don't I'm gonna have to take you back to MY apartment and fix you up, I don't think either of us wants that at this point.

[slaying]

Would you just listen? Me--I've had worse. Except for the part where you are making it worse with all this carrying.

[james_morph]

[Sigh]

If you'd say something useful I might listen, ya git... so are you gonna tell me where to drop you off at, or not?

[slaying]

I don't even know what a git is, but I'm probably not one. As for where?

[She...looks around. Thoughfulness invades her thoughts, easing the pain. Time to pull a quick-thinking classic.] That house. There. On the left.

[james_morph]

...That house doesn't have a #7 on it.

[Looks down at her with "..."]

[slaying]

Did I say seven? I meant...forty six.

[james_morph]

.............

[Starts walking to his apartment]

[slaying]

Whoa whoa whoa, not the right way. Not the right way at all.

[james_morph]

Sorry? Did you say you remembered the way to house seven?

[Continues on]