Kite Morian, Sunnydale High Class of '03 (
formoftherapy) wrote2011-05-16 08:01 pm
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for Sherry
Kite made it to Christmas break alive, which still feels like an accomplishment. (Sunnydale habits are hard to break.)
She's using the time to get through the rest of her grandmother's journals and the bar seemed like as good a reading room as any. Kite has laid claim to one of the couches, legs sprawled across the cushions and a coffee mug on the floor beside her.
She's using the time to get through the rest of her grandmother's journals and the bar seemed like as good a reading room as any. Kite has laid claim to one of the couches, legs sprawled across the cushions and a coffee mug on the floor beside her.
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And simple lack of opportunity has probably contributed.
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Half a beat.
"I am not entirely willing to believe it would stop him."
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"It may not, but we'll jump off that bridge when we come to it."
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Something occurs to her.
"Was this your Obadiah? Or someone else's?" She gestures to his throat, stops short of actually touching him.
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And his Tony and Sherry, how are they?"
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"Thank heaven for small favors."
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"There's a first time for everything."
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Her eyes flick back to the bruises at his throat.
"Did you get what you wanted?"
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She scrubs a hand through her hair.
"I'll still take that as my cue not to worry too much."
The operative words being 'too much.'
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She kisses his cheek.
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He blushes.
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(She will never get tired of seeing him blush.)
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