Figuring Out What's Going On

[british_watcher]

Who: Buffy and Giles
Where: Giles's Apartment
When: Right After this scene
What: Explanations and a place to sleep
Status: Complete :)

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[theslayer_buffy]

Buffy stepped inside the house, taking a look around as she did so. The place seemed small and modest to her, but in pretty good condition considering how the rest of the town looked. She dropped her bag, which contained mostly weapons, near the door and pulled off her crossbow, setting it on the desk.

"Starved," she responded, stretching her arms as she wandered around the living room, glancing at a book cover here, a strange artifact there. "So do you live alone here, Geeves? I'm guessing so with the spare room and all."

[british_watcher]

He kind of hated being called 'Geeves' (it was something that Oz liked to do to annoy him), but kept it to himself for the moment being. Right now he was so happy to have a Slayer in Sunnydale that he was more than willing to ignore when she called him an annoying name.

"There's plenty of food in the kitchen, but admittedly it's mostly quick prepare types of things." It was all that he had time for, or the energy.

"Yes, I do live here alone," he said. "If I had any sort of family, that would take precedent over living in this city." He wouldn't want to put anyone in his family in the sort of danger that this place entailed. One reason that he had been sent here was because he had little direct family.

[theslayer_buffy]

Buffy shrugged her shoulders, "Sounds good to me. I'm not picky or anything." Hell, she was lucky if she had time to eat anything more than some sort of fast food crap at four in the morning post-slayage.

As Giles spoke, she took a seat on one of the bar stools, grabbing a rather hefty bottle of what she assumed was brandy or scotch. She opened it and smelled it, wrinkling her nose before setting it back down. "Maybe you should get yourself a family then," she said, "Especially since it won't be long now before there's nobody here to save."

[british_watcher]

He nodded when she said that she wasn't picky. He had sort of doubted that she would be. She just didn't seem the type. Feeling somewhat hungry himself, he went into the kitchen and pulled out a two TV-style dinners to heat up in the microwave, starting one for her first. If she wanted another one (and he half expected that she would, given Slayer appetites), he could heat her up another one.

He couldn't help but give a slight smile at her distaste for his alcohol. Probably for the best, considering. "If only I could," he said about getting a family. "I stay here because it's the right thing to do, though. If The Master were removed from power, then maybe I could move." He wouldn't even think about it until then, though.