[Gem is sitting outside, holding an umbrella over herself as shade. She is attempting to get used to the sun; she still finds it strange, but it seems here to stay so she will adapt.
Looking at the journal, she purses her lips, and finally speaks]Many people seem curious or confused as to what I am. I thought perhaps I should explain to all; I am
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but if you're game for it? as she passes where gem sits outside under her umbrella, she nods. tired-looking and fightless. ]
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[ a friend to her? hmm. her arms tightened across her chest and she continued to frown. ] You must drive him crazy. You're kinda like him.
[ spock, of course. she means spock. ]
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I am attempting to extend a hand, and you insult me.
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[ she's just...a little over the top protective of her brother-figure. not that she would admit to it. ]
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It is only an attempt because you refuse to take it.
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And I refuse it because you offer it like some kind of God-given favour. That's the real insult, right there.
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You're projecting. I am simply asking for Leonard's sake.
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but two days ago buffy summers had to beat down and betray someone she adored. her fuse is shorter than usual. ]
Projecting? Puh-lease.
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He deserves better friends than the ones he has, apparently.
Have a good cycle.
[And Gem grabs her things and starts to walk away.]
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I do not judge the friendship, I observe the friend.
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[ so just briefly she breaks out from her guard and in a tight voice: ] It's not you. Or -- not all you. Not mostly you. So back off. Please.
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[She isn't. She will never just be a 'person'. It doesn't make her superior or inferior--but the designation is very important to her.
Doing her best to refrain from rolling her eyes through Buffy's little 'speech', Gem's face stays neutral, even as the other woman finally changes her tone.]
All right.
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