#braechen

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𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚆𝙽  𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴  𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳  𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙰𝙽𝚈  ,   she  doesn’t  know  why  the  poor  man  keeps  fidgeting  like  he’s  done  a  great  sin  simply  for  existing  .   amabel  quirks  a  pale  eyebrow  and  makes  a  sound  like  his  condition  is  something  serious  .

❝      𝑖  𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑙𝑙  𝑛𝑜𝑡  𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒  𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟  𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒  𝑏𝑦  𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑖  𝑐𝑎𝑛  𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡  𝑖𝑡  ,      ❞      she  admits  .      ❝      but  even  if  i  could  ,   i  doubt  very  much  i  would  want  to  ,   seeing  as  there  is  nothing  at  all  the  matter  .   you’re  just  half - something  ,   it  takes  a  good  deal  more’n  that  to  make  someone  evil  .      ❞

but  she  can  see  he  remains  unconvinced  .   mabel  taps  a  soft  ,  wrinkled  finger  against  a  spike  on  his  cheek  .

Faith often lingered in the pause after a good shower. The space where your skin was scalding and the air outside was cold, and sometimes steam still curled from your arm in little ghostly wisps. Given that she wasn’t the Slayer to be throwing herself after the biggest of bads and the most now-ish of apocalypses, she had a plenty open dance card to help Angel and his gang do some of the dirty work in Los Angeles. Altruism, plus it never hurt to have a reliable place to wash off and lay her head.

The Slayer had her hands full hooking her bra closed, hair wrapped in a towel with very little else by way of modesty when Doyle blustered into the room, head in a book. Either the team had gotten info on that demon far, far sooner than Faith expected, or she was in the shower a lot, lot longer than she realized. She wasn’t embarrassed by the intrusion, no- but the young man certainly seemed to be. She had that effect on guys sometimes. “You got it, boss,” she hummed as Doyle fumbled for the door and swung it shut behind him.

@braechen​ prompted :  “ if you were a hotdog and you were starving, would you eat yourself? ”

oz  had  known  doyle  APPROXIMATELY  1  hour now  ,  mounted  beer  bottles  in  front  of  them  &&  a  basket  full  of  tortilla  chips  ,  but  the  irishman  didn’t  seem  to  slow  in  his  liquor  nor  did  he  seem  to  be  losing  any  sense  of  reality  (  save  for  the  odd  thing  that  came  out  here  &&  there  ,  which  was  currently  right  now  )  oz  blinked  for  a  second  ,  mulling  over  the  QUESTION  &&  leaning  forward  ,  his  hand  curled  around  his  bottle  of  beer  &&  a  purse  of  his  lips  .  

“  unequivocally  ,  ”  came  the  easy  reply  ,  leaning  back  on  the  seat  .  “  so  long  as  i’ve  got  onions  on  me  .  without  them  ,  then  no  THANKS  .  ”  he  scratched  the  back  of  his  neck  ,  before  raising  an  eyebrow  .  “  i  mean  ,  WOULDN’T  you  ?  ”

As statements go that was on the more dramatic end of the spectrum. At least for today. Stranger types and would-be-threats often had their speech on before wreaking havoc in Sunnydale. Giles couldn’t yet tell to which category the man lurking before him belonged.