I've had her scream right in my ear. ( not right in her ear, but close enough. and in a confined space. Slayer hearing plus Cordelia's ability to screech like a banshee did not make for happy eardrums. ) You've been there when she's gone off on a tangent, right? Of course she has an extra set of lungs. Pretty sure that's her super power. ( or it was before the visions. which Buffy wants to ask about, but doesn't out of concern the conversation will take a sharp left and veer far away from the light tone it has now. )
I'm sorry, Doyle's ex-wife was named Harry? ( she takes it back. that might be the weirdest thing about all this. unless Harry was short for Harriet, in which case, never mind. ) Are you guys sure Ken wasn't trying to butter up Doyle to get on his good side to get his...brains. ( there's no hiding the way her face scrunches up at saying that. it's gross to think about, let alone say! at least vampires only drank blood. that she could deal with. guts and every other organ made her own stomach turn.
she gets the reference, thanks to her mother. but she really can't resist pretending she has no clue what he's talking about, shooting him a perfectly executed look of confusion. ) What was left to beavers? ( and her face stays the part, until he makes a joke.
a joke she doesn't laugh at. and she can tell it's a joke. but it doesn't land the way he might have expected it to. or how he knows it would have landed with Wesley or Cordy. it leaves her in shock, because it's a little too dark. cuts a little too deep and she freezes momentarily, going pale with her gaze fixed on him. watching him she realizes he seems horrified by it, noting his joke missed the mark by burying his face in the pillow. and, as someone who's been a teenage girl (still a teenage girl just not like that) with a flair for the dramatics, she knows what he's doing. )
I can tell you really have been going to LA parties. You picked up their dark humor. ( she's smiling now, though. reassuring him that it's all right. he made a blunder. it's allowed. reaching for Willow's pillow people, Buffy lightly sails it across the small space to bump Angel precisely where she aimed it; across the top of his bowed head. ) That's my favorite pillow. If you squeeze the feathers out of it we're gonna have words. ( she warns. shifting onto her stomach, lower legs bent up and behind her in the air, Buffy draws the books closer to her, watching him from a side glance. ) And I don't wanna have words since words are distracting and I seriously need to study these words... ( she tap the open text book with the eraser of her pencil. ) ...or I'm going to fail. And I cannot fail. Otherwise Professor Walsh is going to chew me up and spit me out just to grind me into an even sadder pulp before making me take the test again.
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I'm sorry, Doyle's ex-wife was named Harry? ( she takes it back. that might be the weirdest thing about all this. unless Harry was short for Harriet, in which case, never mind. ) Are you guys sure Ken wasn't trying to butter up Doyle to get on his good side to get his...brains. ( there's no hiding the way her face scrunches up at saying that. it's gross to think about, let alone say! at least vampires only drank blood. that she could deal with. guts and every other organ made her own stomach turn.
she gets the reference, thanks to her mother. but she really can't resist pretending she has no clue what he's talking about, shooting him a perfectly executed look of confusion. ) What was left to beavers? ( and her face stays the part, until he makes a joke.
a joke she doesn't laugh at. and she can tell it's a joke. but it doesn't land the way he might have expected it to. or how he knows it would have landed with Wesley or Cordy. it leaves her in shock, because it's a little too dark. cuts a little too deep and she freezes momentarily, going pale with her gaze fixed on him. watching him she realizes he seems horrified by it, noting his joke missed the mark by burying his face in the pillow. and, as someone who's been a teenage girl (still a teenage girl just not like that) with a flair for the dramatics, she knows what he's doing. )
I can tell you really have been going to LA parties. You picked up their dark humor. ( she's smiling now, though. reassuring him that it's all right. he made a blunder. it's allowed. reaching for Willow's pillow people, Buffy lightly sails it across the small space to bump Angel precisely where she aimed it; across the top of his bowed head. ) That's my favorite pillow. If you squeeze the feathers out of it we're gonna have words. ( she warns. shifting onto her stomach, lower legs bent up and behind her in the air, Buffy draws the books closer to her, watching him from a side glance. ) And I don't wanna have words since words are distracting and I seriously need to study these words... ( she tap the open text book with the eraser of her pencil. ) ...or I'm going to fail. And I cannot fail. Otherwise Professor Walsh is going to chew me up and spit me out just to grind me into an even sadder pulp before making me take the test again.