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silly_anya in live_in_hell

Yep. Just here babysitting...

Apr 07, 2005 20:36

So, you may be wondering what a wonderfully well-endowed ex-vengeance demon, and her kind of dorky boyfriend who has no appreciation for the value of a dollar, or how evil rabbits actually are, are doing at the Summer's residence. Well, I'll tell you, because that's what I do. I say what everyone else is too afraid to say. Like you know, that we're ( Read more... )

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invisibletoher April 8 2005, 16:10:54 UTC

Anya's so cute when she has coffee, she's all bouncey and babbly..alot like when she's not caffinated. So a night of sex turned into a night of babysitting not like I really had a problem with it, Dawn was youn...she had to go to bed around what...7:00? I wish I could remember being a teenager...just uh, an attractive one that had a few less swirleys and bad grades.

I put another pot of coffee on when I heard Anya open the door in her usual greeting. I sat down the pot and walked into the living room slipping my arm around her waist. "Who is it baby?"

finn_sam April 9 2005, 15:48:27 UTC

Shortly after Riley left I got on the phone and called my superior officers, more specifically the office of my commanding officer. If Riley really thought this was that important, I should be willing to go help too. After all he is my husband, and it is my job. After a lovely game of phone tag, and waiting to have my papers approved I received clearance to go to Sunnydale ( ... )

silly_anya April 9 2005, 16:03:34 UTC

Great. Some stranger who wants to come in the house, and probably ruin my night some more ( ... )

made_by_monks April 10 2005, 18:17:43 UTC

I had just eased open the window of my room when I heard the faint sound of someone knocking on the front door.

"This is just great." I grumbled, giving a glance to the closed door of my room. Well it was not like I could sneak out now with someone or a couple someones standing at the front door. Probably more people sent here to babysit me, like I really need a babysitter. I'm 16 for crying out loud, who at 16 has a babysitter?

I decided to venture downstairs and see who we had for company. Maybe in the mild confusion I could just sneak out the front door when they were all in a semi deep conversation.

I walked about halfway down the stairs when I saw Anya, well her backside as she was standing in the open doorway talking to some woman by the tone of the voice.

"Who is it, Anya?" I asked after a moment as it was very apparent Anya was in no way letting the woman inside.

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