sarah squeezed her eyes tightly for a brief moment in reaction to being shaken by katherine. she's met vampires before; enzo, her uncles ... but she's never had a violent interaction such as this one. she's completely freaked out, but she knows she needs to keep her cool because if she didn't, who knew what katherine would do to her? she knew she had to play this safely for her own sake. she swallowed thickly and took a deep breath, staring into katherine's deep, dark eyes and feeling a terrified shiver tingle down her spine. ❝ no, no, wait. i'll tell you whatever you want to know. just ... let me keep my head, okay? ❞ she replied, straightening her posture, wanting to seem confident. ❝ what do you want to know? ❞
"you are not telling me anything new," katherine snarled and shaking her lightly by her arm – there was no need to dislocate her shoulder just yet. at least, sarah seemed to confirm that she knew who she was talking about. however, katherine was a little surprised that sarah even knew about the whole vampire story. this was not something that you would just tell an ordinary human, which meant that the young woman was more deeply involved in the whole story than she first thought. but at the same time it was also a confirmation that katherine was right.
"you’re contradicting yourself, do you really think that little special detail is something you say to anyone?" katherine’s vampire face had already receded, but now she let the pulsing veins run over her face again.
"maybe i should send them your head, then i would probably have more answers than you are willing to share."
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stefan couldn't help but allow a stretched out grin to break out on his face from lexi's words. he should've expected such an answer as that one to come from her mouth. she could always make him smile no matter what the situation could be. he shrugged nonchalantly at first and tilted his head slightly, ❝ you're right, but no one would appreciate it like you do, lexi ❞ he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. he chuckled a little when she poked the pool cue, allowing himself to relax a little due to her playful nature towards him. a part of him knew she was right. he shouldn't be cutting himself out of her life completely, especially now that she knew about vampires and the supernatural nature of what surrounds her. she could be in danger at any point in time and if he distanced himself from her too much, he might not be there to be able to protect her when she needs it. on the other hand ... ❝ but what if staying away from her is the best thing for her? i don't want her to be in danger, because of me or damon — ❞ he trailed off and sighed softly. he shot her a pointed look when she mentions damon, ❝ you shouldn't get involved with damon. not until we know what he's up to. ❞
" first of all. ―― that should be everybody’s style. don’t diss a classic. " pool cue jokingly nudges stefan’s side, no more than a gentle poke. " secondly … actually, my second point is the same as my first. i just felt it needed to be said twice. quick, let’s go grab a boombox. " suggestion is light & playful. not because she isn’t taking the situation seriously. far from. nothing mattered more to lexi than her best friend duties, but sometimes, those duties required a little teasing. stefan deserved to smile more. she soon eases into a softer, more sensible approach, determined to help. " nobody loves a perfect gentleman respecting boundaries more than me. but if that was what elena really wanted, she wouldn’t have come over. i’m not saying you should ignore what she’s asking for completely. you’re right to give her space. just don’t give her so much that she forgets what an awesome guy you are. " teeth bite tongue on down, swallowing down an especially with damon sniffing around. that’s a conversation she’ll save for his brother later. " you leave damon to me. i’ll find out what he’s up to. " vampire shifts then, leaning into her friend just enough that it’s obvious she wants stefan to miss his shot, spare hand lifting to flick his ear at the same time.
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𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @smurfdemon.
spike knew no matter what he said or how he said it, she'd never take his violent threats seriously. she was under the impression she was above all that roamed this world, even though she's been dethroned from her rule, but it didn't matter what spike said or did, she'd never think otherwise or never let go of the idea that she could reclaim her royalty, her ruling over all creatures and wipe out humanity. spike knew she couldn't. he wouldn't let her, anyway. he'd do whatever he needed to do to keep her under control. he cocked a single brow at her response and scoffed under his breath, ❝ pish posh. i'd give you a run for your money, and you know it, blue bird ❞ he replied and pointed a finger directly in her face.
spike did not hesitate to shoot her a sarcastic remark in response to her first words, ❝ yes, i'd think so. you are walkin' 'round in the bird's body, aren't you? i'd say that makes you more responsible than anyone ❞ he stated firmly and confidently. but then she turns to face him and her cold eyes cause the vampire to freeze in the seat he sat in. he swallowed thickly and stayed quiet while she continued to point out plain, simple facts that he never thought about until now. on some level, a level he didn't want to admit out loud ( let alone himself ), he knew she was right, at the very least partially. charles, himself, angel, even the ex-watcher ... they were all to blame for something when it came to fred's death and possession from illyria. everything happens for a reason — spike knew that better than most people, living or dead. he stood up abruptly when she finished and threw the remote controller onto the sofa next to her, pointing his index finger at her again, ❝ her name was fred ❞ he stated angrily, eyes flared with vex. ❝ you think you're tired from hearin' how you ruined our lives? imagine how tiresome it must be to hear 'bout the almighty smurf demon who can't even beat a bloody turtle on the bloody video game !! ❞ he finished, exclaiming and tossing an empty beer bottle from the coffee table to the wall behind the television, smashing it into pieces. he stood with his back turned to her, forcing himself to find some composure. ❝ no matter which way you slice it, luv, no matter who you try t' blame, it is still her face you're wearin' ❞ he finally said softly, looking over his shoulder to peer at her. ❝ why else do y'think headboy can't stand lookin' at you? ❞
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Academic probation’s not so funny today, huh, Giles?
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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | 4.14 & 5.12
↳ The Summers sisters and their food themed pajamas
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elena couldn't stand the situation she was placed in, something she knew she couldn't change, even though she desperately wanted to. she would, of course, much rather have stefan here by her side, but he was out doing what he could to protect her. she was tired of it. she was tired of being the damsel in distress and being the reason why people ( the oens she cared about ) continuously found themselves in the hot seat of danger. she was the reason for it all. she'd sacrifice herself if it meant no one else needed to get hurt, or worse. no one will let her, though. everyone insisted she stayed put in a safe-house, sitting on her hands and wait, so they could guard her with their lives. it made her stricken with guilt. not that katherine was one of those people, but she certainly was a figure in piling on that guilt.
she looked over at her doppelganger and shot her a pointed, annoyed expression, following an aggressive roll of her eyes. ❝ thanks for the reminder, katherine. i almost forgot ❞ she sarcastically replied. she sat and looked away but katherine's voice continued to grind in her ears like squeaking metal. she knew she had a point, though. no one had a single clue who klaus was, what he was truly capable of, or what he even looked like. it was a terrifying thought. he could show up any second. elena swallowed thickly, hugging her knees closer to her chest.
❝ i get it, katherine. okay? what you're doing is not productive. if you know so much about klaus, then how about cluing us in. damon and stefan ... they're protecting you too, you know. ❞
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in a certain way, elena reminded katherine of a fawn that had been saved from the threatening mowing and placed outside the high grass for protection while the field was cut by the deadly blades of the mower. it would crouch and look at the surroundings with big dark eyes without really being able to run away. instead, she would trust that her mother would return and then she would be safe again. in katherine's eyes, that was a rather fitting comparison for sweet elena who's sitting on the couch all curled up.
"you should want to. at least i'm not interested in tearing out your throat. i'm sure there are other hunting parties that won't be so kind to you if they get their hands on you." her lips raised into a smirk, her head tilting slightly.
"are you aware that i'm the only one who knows what's going to happen regarding the sun-and-moon curse? have you considered that your precious boy toys don't even know what klaus looks like? no one of you would know if he arrives. perhaps he takes the identity of a friendly neighbor? or a new teacher? do you honestly think that any of you is prepared for klaus?"
"perhaps you should be thankful that i'm here."
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niklaus leaned in, hands gripping the edge of the counter, and smirked wickedly as he did so. he always enjoyed a challenge, and jenna seemed to never be afraid to offer him one. ❝ oh, no visit is wasted when i get the pleasure of seeing my favorite auntie ❞ he responded with a playful tone. he canted his head slightly, ❝ please, do tell, where is ms. gilbert? ❞ he asked, his tone now firmer.
────── She scowled over the kitchen island towards the taller man, prey and predator in a circle for dominance for who was who, Jenna wasn't a push over when it came to protecting her family.
"unfortunately the only woman here is me", Elena thankfully wasn't home - nether of the teens were. "so dare I say it's a wasted visit?"
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𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @halliwellauto.
willow wasn't sure where she would be right now if it wasn't for aiden. she has been her saving grace throughout this whole process. if she were to be alone with her dark thoughts and tempting addiction, she was sure she would've succumbed to what was once dark willow. she was thankful for aiden's friendship and closeness, her guidance and wisdom when it came to the realm of magicks. she missed giles and she'll always be grateful for what he had taught her, but she was glad to be ( sort of ) on her own now so she could learn to weave herself back into society without falling apart. she missed all her friends, in fact, she missed her old life, but she wasn't ready to see them yet. she needed more time. she needed to be sure she was ready and healthy before allowing herself to have them back in her life again. the last thing she ever wanted to do was put them in danger, as she's done before. she won't do that again; she couldn't live with herself if she did.
willow nodded with enthusiasm at aiden's suggestion for their plans after this trip. ❝ of course. daisy can't be left out of our little pig out and hang out sesh. she deserves it as much as we do !! probably more. after all, look how cute she is ❞ willow replied, looking down at the puppy and gave her a rough but loving scratch of her ears. the red-headed witch couldn't help but smile at the soft kiss that was planted on the side of her head, leaning in slightly. she nodded in clarification, ❝ don't worry, i will. there will be much more obvious signs like sweaty palms and possibly passing out, but i'll hold it together. promise ❞ she reassured aiden. willow began to look around at the shelves once aiden informed her she was mainly here for healing ingredients, which was a comfort to the recovering witch. she canted her head as she browsed, ❝ healing. i can get down with that. i used to do that a lot. before, well, you know ❞ she shrugged, picking up some bottles and admiring them. she turned to face aiden again, still holding a small bottle of various healing herbs, ❝ don't mention it. i have to do something or i'll go crazy. i figured going nuts on organizing would be the best use of my energy. ❞
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the slayer's heart beat was as loud as a drum in the hybrid's ears once he asked her a deep, almost private, question about her feelings towards him. he couldn't help but be curious, feeling the desire to know exactly what was going on between them. he could feel the chemistry between them grow stronger and more undeniable by the day. he wasn't sure what he felt, but he knew it was something he couldn't put aside or ignore in the slightest. it was something he recognized they needed to deal with before it became an issue. he didn't want this any more than she must. his eyes stared intensely into hers as they spoke, ❝ ah, i see ... ❞ he replied softly, breaking their eye contact and peering down at his feet. he should've expected her to say something along those lines. he stepped closer to her, ❝ m' assuming the intense stares and electrifying touches we happen to share mean nothing then? ❞ he asked sarcastically but he stopped himself shortly after. he knew it wasn't fair when he didn't even know what he felt.
despite her not fully accepting what was going on between the both of them, he still appreciated that she had admitted something, even if it was small. he knew it couldn't have been easy for her to say such words and even more so the ones that just spilled out of her mouth which seemed involuntary. he couldn't help but let a wicked smirk stretch his lips, growing closer to her to the point where they were merely inches away from one another. she smelled amazing, her presence always intoxicating to the original. he wanted her, there was no pretending. he reached a hand out to caress her gentle cheekbone, ❝ and what would be considered 'stupid', slayer? ❞ he asked through a soft whisper. his other hand joins the other and he's now cradling her face in his palms, ❝ would admitting that being this close to you is something i didn't expect to enjoy so much ❞ he finished, desperate to feeling her lips against his. just once ...
【❖】 ―――― Buffy felt her heart race as Klaus stood before her, his question hanging heavy in the air. She knew she should deny any connection between them, to push him away and make it clear that they were enemies. But deep down, she couldn't ignore the strange pull she felt towards him, like two opposing magnets drawn inexplicably together. She took the glass from his hand, feeling the weight of his gaze on her as she considered her answer carefully. Of course she could lie, or even make a scene — which he asked her not to do, but after what he had just done for her, the least she could do is answer his question honestly. Taking a deep breath, she met his intense gaze. ❝ I don't know what I feel, ❞ she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper. ❝ But there's something there. ❞
Honestly, she wants to kick herself for admitting that to him of all people. If this was just some part of a wicked plan she gave him all the fuel he needed to use against her. She had admitted to having some kind of feelings for him and he could very well use that to his advantage. Buffy could feel the tension crackling between them, a mix of danger and curiosity swirling in the air. She knew she should push him away, remind herself of all the reasons why she should never trust him. But in that moment, with his piercing gaze locked on hers, it was hard to focus on anything else. ❝ Truth ? The reason I came here today wasn’t just to thank you, which now I need to do again, but it was because I wanted to see you. ❞ There she went spilling out even more things she should have just kept to herself. But the honest truth was, she was tired. Tired of being alone and not being about to trust anyone or even her feelings for that matter. Everyone was capable of being better, of doing better. She had seen it first hand. Klaus was no exception to that. As she looked up their faces were now just inches apart. ❝ I swear if you say something stupid I’ll deck you. ❞ She practically held her breath, waiting for his response, unsure of what to expect from the enigmatic hybrid.
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david couldn't help but admire the way the girl stood tall and confident, watching the smoke curl out of her luscious lips. he couldn't remember the last time he felt so attracted to someone before. what was it about her that was so intriguing? the undeniable chemistry between them was something that confused him but excited him, more than anything has in a long while. her vague answers only added to the seductive mystery that was her and he hadn't even caught her name yet. he tilted his head a bit, ❝ you've come to the right place ... ❞ he told her, his eyes scanning her from head to toe, taking in her presence. ❝ well, if you're planning on being here for a period of time, i'd be honored to be your tour guide. weird things happen here. best to have a local show you around ❞ he suggested, leaning against the fence of the pier.
and there was her name. faith. seemed to strike him with awe and invoked a deeper sense of curiosity for her. a smirk curled the vampire's lips, ❝ beautiful name. mine's david ❞ he informed her in return. he peered down at the beginning of the pier, taking note that his boys stayed behind like they were told and made their own fun, which meant he was alone with faith ... just like he wanted and intended. he wanted her all for himself for the time-being. he pointed an index finger inward at himself, ❝ my story? not much to tell. me and my boys like to cause trouble, make some noise. we don't really like the quiet ❞ he began to tell her, turning so he leaned back on the fence with his arms spread across openly. ❝ i'm here and around, kinda like you. if you want, you could always hang with us. promise we don't bite ... ❞ he added, chuckling and swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. he looked down at his jacket when she complimented him, ❝ thanks ... ❞ he trailed off quietly. he glanced behind him at the carnival then back at faith, ❝ yeah, you get used to it. not usually the noise i like to make, though. let's get out of here ❞ he suggested, raising his eyebrows and briefly tilted his head to add to his suggestion.
【❖】 ―――― Faith took a drag of the cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke as she leaned back against the building. She studied the other with a hint of amusement in her eyes, noting his curiosity. ❝ Santa Carla seemed like a good place for a fresh start, ❞ she replied casually, taking another drag of her cigarette before continuing, ❝ And I've been around... here and there. ❞ She couldn't help but be intrigued by this mysterious man who exuded an air of danger mixed with charm. As she looked out towards the carnival lights casting colorful reflections on the dark waves of the ocean, Faith found herself wondering just how deep into the shadows of Santa Carla she was going to allow herself to get.
❝ I've been traveling for a while, ❞ she added, her voice casual yet laced with mystery. ❝ Santa Carla just seemed... intriguing. ❞ Santa Carla was indeed a strange place, but there was something about it that drew her in, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. ❝ Names, Faith, by the way. ❞ Faith raised her cigarette again in a casual salute, her lips curling into a sly smile. ❝ And what about you, mysterious stranger ? What's your story ? ❞ She tilted her head slightly, her eyes glinting with curiosity as she awaited his response. One thing was for certain she could get used to the faith smell of salt and sea that surrounded the whole area. ❝ Nice jacket by the way. ❞ She remarked but her eyes weren’t looking at the jacket nor was she looking him in the eyes. Instead, Faith was being Faith and checking out the resting of him. He was certainly the bad boy type that she often found herself drawn to and he certainly had the looks to match it. The carnival lights flickered in the background, casting long shadows around them as the night breeze carried the distant sound of laughter and music. ❝ I take it it’s always this loud around here ? ❞
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enzo was impressed with this girl's attitude and the way she carried herself so confidently. she stood on business and that was something the vampire can respect, despite the things she's done in the past ... all in the name of survival and revenge. he understood that side of her. after everything he's been through in augustine, not to mention being abandoned by the one person he trusted most in the world, he knew the most out of everyone that revenge was necessary to establish power. he could see that katherine knew that too.
he listened intently to what she was saying, completely intrigued and engulfed with her suave confidence. he leaned in on the bar and raised his brows, ❝ wow, m' impressed, ms. pierce. have you been reading up on me? or did the older salvatore brother tell you just how interesting i am? ❞ he replied, wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously. he chuckled lightly, ❝ you would be right, miss kitty kat. i do take things very seriously, when necessary. would you say you do as well? because, if so, i'd say we could make a hell of a team ... ❞
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strangers who had such interests and curiosity usually did so for a reason. even though katherine didn’t openly show her mistrust and played the little game, she was still careful about what information she passed on. she was far from naive and she always played her cards right.
"you get little information from the standard questions, most people want to know the name, the age, the professional background. whether you like the location, what you want to order to drink. or, if it’s going to be a little more, whether you want to go somewhere together afterward with the option of something more ... intense." these were the typical bar conversations of strangers who met here, especially on an evening like this where many people were just in the mood.
"your accent tells me you’re from england, i’d say you’re from the south. perhaps from a region between the south coast and london. your first name doesn’t quite match your accent, it sounds more like southern european." something that didn’t quite fit together, but katherine didn’t know if he had told her his real name or if his name wasn’t more of an artist’s name.
"you are a very attentive person, someone who pays attention to the details. somehow i doubt that you hope to find a quick number here." although this bar often gave the opportunity to find people for a party or quickie. "i think you take certain things seriously and don’t make frivolous decisions."
katherine leaned back and took a sip from her glass. "am i right?"
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𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @smurfdemon.
wesley didn't bother attempting to hide the grief that overwhelmed him day in and day out. why would he? why should he? he failed to see any real reason to continue on living, let alone find a reason to let a smile appear on his face. the sole person, his soulmate, had been wiped out of existence with no chance of salvation. or so, that's what he's been told by many different people involved in her tragic accident ... including the person that was sitting across from her. not a person, not at all actually, but a demon hell-god. the very creature that consumed what was left of his dear winifred. wesley recognized he needed her around, at least for the time-being. he was determined to find some kind of way of bringing fred back ... even if that meant killing illyria in the process.
her words were exactly what the former watcher had expected to hear from her. he couldn't tell if she genuinely meant it or if it was deflection. he's seen her experience a small semblance of emotions before, was this one of those times? ❝ if you don't wish anything from me, then why question the silence between us? does silence make you uncomfortable, illyria? ❞ he asked, taking a sip from his hot coffee before placing the mug back down. he brings his hands down onto his lap, sitting comfortably in his seat, ❝ m' aware and m' pleased you decided to join me on my expedition. your assistance will be the most helpful, ❞ he told her. her threat didn't instill fear within him. he was accustomed to the way she threw all sorts of violent threats his way, so another one wasn't going to cause him to shake in his boots. a small, sarcastic smirk briefly appears on his lips but quickly fades, still avoiding eye contact with her completely, just glancing every few seconds. ❝ yes, well, m' sure. but, if you truly wanted to end my existence, you would've done so by now. let's remained focus on the task at hand, shall we? ❞ he replied, not batting an eye. he wasn't afraid of her, there was no reason to be. they needed each other ... not that he'd ever admit that out loud.
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hi guys! i’ll be on to do replies and respond to messages tomorrow! i hope everyone has been doing well 💜
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rick was glad to be on this supply run with kyleigh. he needed to get out of the community, from alexandria, for even just a short amount of time to get away from things, from his thoughts. the constant stares and judgement from his people for not properly avenging (through their eyes) the brutal killings of their people, but he didn't have to worry about that coming from kyleigh. as much as she wanted to bring justice to their people, she didn't judge rick for not immediately approaching the situation with utter violence and risk of their people they still had. he felt he could let his guard down a little around her because she showed mercy to his decisions and respect, even empathy, which is something the community lacked towards him after negan. he needed that, and that's why he agreed to go on this little trip with her and just her. he chuckled lightly, ❝ you think i should do what e'eryone else is sayin', then. look, i get it. m' jus' trynna be safe, keep e'eryone alive ... ❞ he explained to her, knowing she understood. she had to. he didn't want to lose anyone else.
rick hoped she didn't take it the wrong way when he had retracted his hand so quickly from hers. he just wasn't sure how she felt about him, and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. in fact, he wasn't even sure how he felt. touching her hand like that ... made his heart skip a beat, surprisingly. they had been such good friends for awhile now, she was always someone he could rely and count on, was he ever willing to risk ruining that? he took in a deep breath and kept his eyes on the road ahead of them as he drove, ❝ i agree. we all need a break, ❞ he replied. a small chuckle emitted from his lips, ❝ tequila doesn't sound too bad right now. maybe we'll get lucky, ya never know. this'll be good for us, though. we both needed some time away after e'erything ❞ he added.
Letting out a snort at Rick's reply, Kyleigh wondered if she should share with him just how she thought he should go about things. Sure he knew that she, like pretty much everyone else back home, felt like a return attack was the only real way to avenge what Negan had done to their people. But what he didn't know was how much she wanted to let herself shift into her lycan form and allow that beast to handle the leader of the Saviors. And a few of his men as well. It had been a decent amount of time since she had changed and shut down her human side, and Kyleigh knew it wouldn't be much longer before she had to let it happen. But with Rick in the state he was in the last thing that man needed was for her to dump the fact that she was a monster on him as well. "I think you know how I think you should handle that one Grimes." A light tease was all she gave him in response, not wanting to drag up any more bad feelings that she knew he was still dealing with. Lack of rest did more than just harm the body, it could drive a person into psychosis. And the half lycan knew that was the last thing any of them needed to happen with Rick. He was right about Carl though, and all the other younger people that were still alive in this world. They were going to have to learn to grow up fast, to face things that were straight out of their nightmares and to do things they thought weren't right. The sooner they learned that the better too, though she could only imagine what that was doing to their growing minds. Really it was bittersweet to bring new life into this walker infested world, but how else were they going to rebuild?
The way he pulled his hand back from her and the soft apology that followed had her wondering if she had done something wrong, though she acted as if she didn't hear a thing other than what he said after. No need to make Rick feel any worse than he already was. Shaking her head because she should have known he would say something like that, Kyleigh let out a sigh but didn't make a fuss about it. "Alright, sounds good. To be honest it feels kind of nice to get away for awhile. I know it's not a cute cabin in the woods with a roaring fire and some Tequila, but it's not back there either. And I don't have to worry about catching fleas from you since you shower and everything."
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