Both ganked from Bee

You Are a Pretty Good Liar

Your lies are somewhat believable, but sometimes you get caught. Work on keeping your body language and emotions calm. And you'll be a better liar in no time!

Are You a Good Liar?

See it depends on the situation and what I'm lying about. I can be really good at it or I stammer and stutter and flail all over the place. There's really no in between.

[locked from Danny]

Sadly, I'm getting a lot better at lying I've noticed.

[unlocked]

You Failed 8th Grade Science

Sorry, you only got 5/8 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?

Since I nearly failed high school entirely and would have without Willow, I'm not surprised at all. You have to show up to pass or y'know know this stuff. Preferably after having gotten some sleep the night before.

I do know bat sonar destroys a praying mantis' equilibrium.

Ganked from who knows at this point

Your Love Style is Manic

For you, love is the ultimate rollercoaster And you love to hold on tight and enjoy the ride Every time you fall in love, it feels like the first time And while it's exciting and exhilarating... It's also stressful and scary!

What's Your Love Style?

I plead the fifth.

*grin* I *had* to steal this one from Anna

Your Guy Is About As Pretty As You!

While your guy isn't straight out of GQ, he's a bit of a pretty boy. And he enjoys an indie movie from time to time... so what? You've got the best of both worlds, girlfriend - a manly guy who understands women. Just make sure that he spends more on your dates than the salon.

Is He Prettier Than You?

While I think it's true, I'm dying laughing. OMG I have another nick name for him.

Purple Glitter Pen Therapy [Rp for stillacrime]

Buffy had been in a funk since the dream about Angelus. She was pretty sure Danny had noticed 'cause he'd been more clingy and attention-y than usual. Lots of holding her and she'd only been able to explain it as a bad dream. She spent a lot of time with her head against his chest, her hands against his overly warm skin, assuring herself that it had only been a dream. Angelus hadn't turned him to fuck with her. Because seriously, it'd be just like him. Now they were lying in bed, an attempt at make Buffy smile--which had worked, for a little while. Danny was on his stomach and Buffy on her side. She reached over and grabbed Danny's tee shirt from the floor, pulling it over her head then found the purple glitter pen she used to write in her diary on the nightstand. She moved so she was sitting on Danny's butt, knees on either side of him. She leaned over, forearms and elbows resting on his back and started drawing on his shoulders. Her name went first: Buffy Anne Summers starting at one shoulder and sweeping across to the other in bubbly, cursive letters.