Home, sweet home.

[the_golden_girl]

I knew I was getting dirty looks for not having had a car to transport them a certain Queen C from the airport to here. Even if the walk wasn't long, I guess she just didn't like having to have walked. I had accidently forgotten the bus with the whole passing out and walking up to your second undead-undead...er, lover, and dealing with Faith, to

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[parting_gifts]

I glared back at Willow and raised my brows. I had no problem sharing rooms with Fred. It'd actually be nice to talk to someone who was sane .. okay maybe not sane, but a familiar face who actually liked me around here

[lornegreen]

I found myself to be in a foul mood ever since I stepped foot off that plane. This whole Cleveland thing was seriously going to cramp my style, there was no doubt about that. I mean, not only would I have to spend God knows how long living in an a decroded old apartment complex, I would have to share my space with... Wesley.

I hung my head and grumbled. Now Wesley was a great guy and a good friend, but talk about opposites. I really doubt you could cram all my kitsch and knicknacks into a room and NOT have it clash with Wesley's books and things.

Maybe I would just have to draw a chalk line across the floor and he could have his half and I could have mine.

I continued to grumble to myself as I lagged behind the others.

And here we are.

[disclaimer_gal]

The walk up the stairs wasn't really that long, but being in familiar/semi new company, it was kinda- Well awkward, but none the less I would still be me, good ol Willow. "Uhh well we have some of the scoobies." I stated a little half heartedly thinking of the ones we had lost, along with some of the new. "Hand full of Slayers maybe, and well- you guys. Kinda a little more then a full house." I responded before stopping next to a musty looking wood door

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[parting_gifts]

I opened the door and looked inside before returning my gaze to Willow. It wasn't that bad. Small, two beds obviously because Fred and I were sharing a room, and bare. And musty. Let's pray there was a window somewhere.

Glancing back at Willow, I half-smiled. Okay. I could easily show this people how much I had changed. Walking into the room, I dropped my bag on one of the beds before looking back at Willow.

"Food sounds like a good idea." I said, giving a little shrug. "Airplane food isn't exactly my idea of a party, nor a nutritious meal."

So some of the Scoobies, slayers, and us huh? Well. It could be worse. Actually, it couldn't but I wasn't one to advertise that out loud.

Oh. Ew. Food with goo demon owning the place? I wanted to go home. LA was calling my name. But we had a duty or something here. Or whatever you wanted to call it. Plus, the whole with visions thing going on.