Let's talk about it [RP for stillacrime]

[whattingawhat]

Buffy had gotten Danny's letter at work and now she was nervous about talking to him. She knew it was inevitable and it was something that needed to be done. In fact, there were things he needed to know but it didn't make it any easier to talk to him about it. She was sitting out on the balcony with a dozen candles tucked in corners. She had taken their comforter off the bed, piled the pillows outside as well. Everything was all ready for a balcony picnic. The only thing missing was Danny and takeout. She glanced at her cell phone, deciding she had time to change before he got there. She got up and slipped into a pair of yoga shorts and a wife beater, pulled her hair up in a messy bun at the back of her head and went back out onto the balcony to wait.

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[stillacrime.livejournal.com]

"You ever meet a Frankenstein?" It was part serious and part joke. What did he know? But he had to keep it light in his head somehow.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

"The Scientist, yeah. The monster, no," Buffy answered with a slight smile. "In high school this genius scientist kid was trying to build the perfect girl. Sunnydale PD, who were not the brightest markers in the box, kept finding bodies with missing key parts. Like feet and hands and legs...you know, parts. The parts were all from freshly dead girls. Frankenstein, the scientist. Anyway...he was just a kid. I found out what he was doing and convinced him that it was psycho. I'm pretty sure he ended up a psycho anyway."

[stillacrime.livejournal.com]

"Yuck. That's..." And his questions stopped there for the moment. He nodded and picked out an eggroll and ate it.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

"Hey don't even pretend you don't have yuck in your job," Buffy teased him as she took another bite of her eggroll. "We both have jobs full of ick sometimes."