Third Post Thingy

[buffyspeaks]

A. Phone. Filtered to Giles and Xander. Mid-Morning.

You two still around right? It's bad enough Spike just decided to go Stepford on us already.

Besides that...I think my brain is starting to dry after all these days hearing drone kiddos. It really is bad for my health, Slayer powers or not. Figures...

B. Action. Mayfield High. Locked to those

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[bye_to_yer_head]

*Do guys sitting on their roof at 1 a.m. carving bows out of their coffee tables count as suspicious? Because that's certainly what Sniper is doing when he spots her walking down his street.

But he's not gonna stop sharpening his knife to talk to her. Shnkt shnkt shnkt.*

[buffyspeaks]

[Yeah just...staring. Because dude.]

Eh, good evening sir?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He glances down at her briefly, then goes back to work.*

Evenin'.

Lookin' fer something?

[buffyspeaks]

Nope! Just checking out the streets...and roofs, and stuff like that. Fancy place to sharpen stuff.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Guess so.

Checkin' out the streets in th' middle of the night. Sure.

*He believes you 100%. Except where he totally doesn't.*