#nakfsma

She's not sleeping. Hardly. It's one of those nights — tossing and turning and tossing and turning and picking up an old magazine she finds in her closet and flips through the pages as she quietly walks down the stairs, to the kitchen, with every intention of ransacking the kitchen —

Which is why, when she reads the text with a mouth full of Oreo (no filling, only cookie — Dawn calls her a psycho), her eyebrows shoot up, almost as if in... delight.

( sms — spike ): kryspy kreme?

Buffy doesn't wait for an answer, instead, she opens her front door, gives Spike an almost judgmental once over, squints —... And snatches the box of donuts from his hands and slams the door in his face so fast she might've given him whiplash.

But hey, she's got donuts!

❛ Ooh, powdered and filled —❜

She stuffs a donut in her mouth as she climbs up the stairs again.