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[A little after Dean's video, Faith appears on screen. She's behind the bar, same as last time, though there's no alcohol in sight. She has a smile on her face, as she twirls a pewter mug on the tip of her finger.] So B left the building, huh? Bet Dean's pretty happy with the little souvenir I ordered up from the Admiral, too. Should have some nice picks of blondie in there. Something for the whole fan club to fawn over.
But hey - guess that's one less nag I've got to worry about for Christmas Not exactly like she would have enjoyed her gifts anyway, right? Nothing's enough for the Slayer
Which is - wait - my title now, huh? I mean, what with miss perfect gone, and I'm the only Slayer left. Anyone up for a spar? Sunnydale's strongest, right here.
[She tosses the mug up, and catches it. The pewter cracks in her hand, splinters digging.]
Shit.
But hey - guess that's one less nag I've got to worry about for Christmas Not exactly like she would have enjoyed her gifts anyway, right? Nothing's enough for the Slayer
Which is - wait - my title now, huh? I mean, what with miss perfect gone, and I'm the only Slayer left. Anyone up for a spar? Sunnydale's strongest, right here.
[She tosses the mug up, and catches it. The pewter cracks in her hand, splinters digging.]
Shit.
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Date: 2012-12-28 04:23 am (UTC)From:Dean has shut down a bit in the interim, and even seeing Bruce there doesn't faze him in the slightest; instead of running hot he's gone cold, and his voice and eyes are sharp when he starts towards the Slayer, perfectly intent on following up on his promise and completely unconcerned about who knows it.]
The calendar was a pretty bitch move. But this? This takes the cake, bitch.
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Date: 2012-12-28 04:24 am (UTC)From:Act all you want Faith, but it's just you and me left. [ He was looking at the cut.] So, just know I'm planning to stick around and I'll be here if you need someone to talk to, no pressure on that.
[ God knows he knew The slayer and her friends could be a stubborn lot.]
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Date: 2012-12-28 04:32 am (UTC)From:[ He knows he can go where he wants when he's done but still he's unsure on it. He moved the towel a bit to tie it on so he could let her hand go.] No matter what happens, for now were in this together. So just let me know when you need to talk. I'm sure you will.
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