50th Slay [Video]

[whattingawhat]

[Buffy is lying on the couch in her warehouse wrapped up in a blanket. She looks exhausted mostly because she is. She also looks pouty because...well she gets that way when she's had a bad couple of days and she's tired.]Freaky statues seem to have gone back to whatever bizarro world they came from. Everyone present and accounted for

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[ a c t i o n ]

[pyromatique]

Hey, stranger. [ This guy here really needs to stop with the disappearing act. Also, he would have knocked, but the door was unlocked, and he didn't want to wake her in case she was sleeping. ]

[ a c t i o n ]

[whattingawhat]

[Buffy's eyes go wide because she hasn't seen him in ages and because she wasn't exactly expecting 'I care how I look' company. She sits up abruptly, sort of smushes at her hair and decides really it's not likely to get any better than it already is then swings her feet to the ground, does a sort of really graceful but totally easy for her leap over the couch and tackles Pyro with a hug. She'll try not to crush ribs.]

I was beginning to think you were the angels first victim or maybe you'd gone home.

[ a c t i o n ]

[pyromatique]

[ The hug comes as a bit of a surprise since he more or less expected her to tell him to get the fuck out for being all sorts of MIA-ish lately -- he lets out a quiet sigh of relief and wraps his arm around her waist. ]

Sorry for not getting in touch sooner. Think I fell into a bit of coma. Caught a nasty cold....

Let's just say that self-medicating was a bad idea. [ A very, very bad idea. But he tends to be stubborn like that. ]

You alright?

[ a c t i o n ]

[whattingawhat]

[She's used to boys that go away or stalk and avoid for weeks at a time. The look she gives him when she pulls away is disapproving.] Next time your sick I'll knock you on the head, shackle you in the basement and feed you chicken and stars instead of alcohol.

[And disapproval is replaced with a smile.] Tired. Lots of really rather not close my eyes. I don't think slayer me is convinced the statues are gone. Or the blink muscles in my eyes are a trophy from not blinking the last twenty four hours.

[commarogue]

...Am I supposed to salute, too?

[whattingawhat]

If it makes you happy. You can say aye aye General too.

[commarogue]

Thinking I couldn't get it out if my life depended on it, B.

[whattingawhat]

I am a very demanding dictator sort of figure so I understand that thinking. [She's in a good mood so she's just going to go along with it and Faith is all smiles at the moment so there's no need to get snarky. Probably.]