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46th Slay [Action]

[Buffy is sitting out on the patio of the coffee shop. Instead of her usual mocha, she's got a pot of tea sitting on the table. She's got some fashion magazines with her and she's flipping through them but really, she's watching the incoming crowd of people. She's definitely looking for people from Sunnydale but she'll welcome any distractions in the form of visitors.]

[ooc: anything goes! If you've got questions, feel free to ask. She's from the S8 comics finale]

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[It's only fair as it occurred to her and it's not exactly fresh on her mind. If they have the age discussion again, she might punch him. And it would hurt. Yeah. Stupid time. Although everything in their world was kind of in cahoots with time on that front.]

Sometimes they'll wander up to the first level of the Underground and then very rarely up here. There's some warding down there that keeps most of the away from the entrance and this sort of safe path that's been laid out.

[And then furrowed brow.] I wonder if you'd be able to get back on the path if you got off. I think it's got more to do with intent than species.

Individuals with minds of their own, looking to cause trouble away from the herd?

Something like that and you know me, I've gotta be an individuality crusher.

And what about my individuality?

[ after all, he was the poster boy for not following the rest of the vampire herd. ]

[She squeezes his hand a bit and grins at him.]

Your individuality, I like. No crushing there. Promise.

[ a comment like that is rewarded with a kiss. ]

[Her first reaction is shock and some internal flailing. There's an overload of just...everything. In the end, it all gets pushed aside by 'it's Angel' and she relaxes a little into the kiss and then kisses back.]

[ angel draws back with a smile. ]

Where are you staying?

[ ever the gentleman, it's not a suggestion for something else, but simple curiosity as to where she's set up camp while she's here. ]

[She is probably going to kick herself when he's gone. She is probably going to lecture herself about how she shouldn't have kissed him. Instead she just smiles a little, ducking her head in a way that is much more like her sixteen year old self than her twenty-four year old self.]

Warehouse here. It's got a basement, training area, a couple of rooms.

[And then a pause because he won't know who Dawn is. Sure, Angel now might have memories of Dawn but she doesn't think Angel from when she was sixteen would.]

I've got a couple of room mates. [If he were staying, she'd explain Dawn but he's not. She knows that.]

[ it's that very sixteen-ish behavior that has angel acting this way. if she were more standoffish and resistant of his attempts to be close to her, he would've withdrawn. however, with none of those signs, he sees no reason to do take a step back. for all he knows, things are still okay between them -- good, even. ]

Slayer headquarters with all your essentially slaying needs.

[ that's for the best. he'd be rather alarmed by that, assuming he'd missed the very important little sister detail somehow. ]

Anyone I know?

[She probably should be more standoffish. She knows that because things are far from okay between them and even further from good. He doesn't know that though and if she were to tell him that...they'd both end up miserable. Or at least she thinks he'd be miserable.]

I'm an essentials girl. Also a convenience girl because no walking to the gym.

[She figured so she shakes her head.]

No but they're nice people. Good to have as room mates. Dawn and I are close.

That's good. That you have people. Being alone in a strange place isn't something I'd recommend.

[ 1902. new york. first time in america. he pushed the memories back. ]

[She raises one shoulder in a bit of a shrug.]

I've been lucky. The people here are all in the running for congeniality awards.

[Poor solitary Angel.]

How many people are there here?

[ his life sucks. :c ]

A little over half a million so...a lot bigger than Sunnydale. Much smaller than LA.

[Poor thing. It really does.]

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