After hanging up the phone on Tara, I'd spent another few minutes alone on my bed, feeling sorry for myself - and feeling angry at myself for... um, feeling sorry for myself. Behold the spaz
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The air's dead, not a decent breeze to save m'life. Just a sort of general cold that makes me happy to have the light jacket to hunch into. O'course, thats not the primary reason for the jacket. Walkin' round with a long knife strapped to yer back tends to make people edgy.
Can't imagine why.
Snorting slightly I turn into the Summers' house, hand already runnin' through my hair in an' old nervous habit. I don' know why 'm here, wasn't like B and I were best friends when I left but... but I wanna see her 'fore I head out on her old routes, hit the cemetary the was her's to patrol, save the people she is supposed to be protecting. Not me. I should be in jail or... or somewhere that isn't Sunnyhell
( ... )
O-o-okay, so maybe I wasn't much big with the whole 'paying Attention,' 'eyes peely' thing when I was trooping out of the house with the Slayer's bag of tricks over one shoulder and my mind... well, i-is it called daydreaming if you do it in the evening?
I tucked some locks of my hair behind my left ear and nervously shifted from one foot to the other - my little Oh! Hi! I'm up to something I probably shouldn't be and I don't want you to know! -dance.
...At least I wasn't wringing my hands?
"Uhh... decked out? Oh! The bag! The cross, the... yeah." I wasn't really sure what to say. When I'd gone marching out of the Summers' house, throwing caution to the wind, I'd considered looking for Faith, but ... now she was here, I - I wasn't really sure what to say to her.
"...I was..." I shrugged my shoulders and screwed my face up, blushing a little. "...looking for you, actually. You and Giles. And maybe Angel?"
Well, that was... bracing. Though not entirely unexpected, I suppose. Anya has always been something of a wild card in our little 'Scooby Gang' as they all call it, but I had thought that she was solidly on our side of the fight these days
( ... )
"Uh, no! Yes! ... well, maybe. Uhh... Hi, Giles, I was..." I winced and looked down at the grass beneath my feet. "...just about to go and ... look for you."
Folding my arms across my chest, I shifted nervously from one foot to the other and pulled the shoulder bag full of weapons up in front of me, shaking it once. "I figured someone should... y'know, step in? For Buffy?"
Oh - I'm not fooling anyone. Letting my head sag forward, I sighed, and stared at the grass. "I need... help, Giles. Faith. I need... control - of myself. Of the magics. I need be able to help."
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Can't imagine why.
Snorting slightly I turn into the Summers' house, hand already runnin' through my hair in an' old nervous habit. I don' know why 'm here, wasn't like B and I were best friends when I left but... but I wanna see her 'fore I head out on her old routes, hit the cemetary the was her's to patrol, save the people she is supposed to be protecting. Not me. I should be in jail or... or somewhere that isn't Sunnyhell ( ... )
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O-o-okay, so maybe I wasn't much big with the whole 'paying Attention,' 'eyes peely' thing when I was trooping out of the house with the Slayer's bag of tricks over one shoulder and my mind... well, i-is it called daydreaming if you do it in the evening?
I tucked some locks of my hair behind my left ear and nervously shifted from one foot to the other - my little Oh! Hi! I'm up to something I probably shouldn't be and I don't want you to know! -dance.
...At least I wasn't wringing my hands?
"Uhh... decked out? Oh! The bag! The cross, the... yeah." I wasn't really sure what to say. When I'd gone marching out of the Summers' house, throwing caution to the wind, I'd considered looking for Faith, but ... now she was here, I - I wasn't really sure what to say to her.
"...I was..." I shrugged my shoulders and screwed my face up, blushing a little. "...looking for you, actually. You and Giles. And maybe Angel?"
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Folding my arms across my chest, I shifted nervously from one foot to the other and pulled the shoulder bag full of weapons up in front of me, shaking it once. "I figured someone should... y'know, step in? For Buffy?"
Oh - I'm not fooling anyone. Letting my head sag forward, I sighed, and stared at the grass. "I need... help, Giles. Faith. I need... control - of myself. Of the magics. I need be able to help."
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