"Nice little...mice. Little fluffy pink mice. Dice! Maybe - maybe I've got some cheese somewhere?"
"Willow - what on earth -?" Wesley felt an unaccustomed surge of - irritation. *Doing magic in my house - uninvited - who in hell does she -*
"Oh, great," Gunn mumbled, gripping his cane a little tighter - lifting the poker. "We've got Destructo Girl in the house."
"Giles! Why are you here? Is everybody okay? Is Dawn okay and Buffy? Nobody's hurt, are they? I mean, why else would you just show up unannounced at our house unless somebody was -"
"Xander. Stop," Giles said, holding up his hand - then moving it back to his forehead. "Everyone is fine, I promise. I was...concerned for your welfare, actually."
"I'm fine. Fit as a really fit fiddle."
Giles looked him over - "I think you'll find not everyone will agree with you."
"Good Christ! Have you all gone completely fucking barking?"
"Buffy, that's my foot!"
Buffy shuffled off Xander's foot with a step-hop and guiltily tucked Mr. Pointy back into her coat. "Not...completely fucking barking." She bit a fingernail, looking harried, looking from Spike to Xander, looking...over her shoulder.
Xander sagged against a porch column. "Who else is coming?"
"Nobody. Can I come in? We should probably get to bed. A sleepy Slayer is not a perky Slayer and airplane air is really - fuck."
"God Buffy! As if I didn't already have the address!"
"Dawn, I told you to go home!"
"Okay. You're here. You're all here. Why are you here?"
"We're here to -" Buffy looked confused. "Save someone. You or Willow...whoever needs saving. Or maybe Giles."
"Me," Wesley muttered and drained a scalding cup of tea. Then he poured himself another.
Connor shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, overnight back over his shoulder, hair scraped back into a messy tail and the foyer fell silent around him. "Uh...bad time?"
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You perv!
*snerk*
*ponders*
Oh, well - got somthing for your *pout*, finally!
*check my lj*
Wheee!! Mine!!
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