change.

[wield]

[ You can hear the sound of her clicking the mouth of a Nutcracker. The journal is opened up in her lap; she was going to say something but the words just weren't coming out of her mouth... and she realized when push came to shove that it wasn't something that just so easily rolled of the tongue like she had anticipated. A few more clicks before the sound of something clashing--most likely her pushing the nutcracker over. ]

I don't remember there being so many of these things last year. [ It was a distraction more than anything, as she sits up in her chair in the lobby and looks around. ] Creepy, much?



[ Feel free to use this for kissing stuff. ♥ ]

Comments

[imnot_likeyou]

[Nutcrackers are friggin creepy. Sam will agree with her on that one. Also the amount of them really indicates only one thing to him and, well ... ]

I wouldn't play with that.

[he was just coming in from walking the dogs and spots Buffy in the lobby.]

[wield]

What, you think I'll turn into one? [ She says it sarcastically, laughing, before her face turns serious. This was Paradisa. Anything could happen. ] Oh God, you don't think I'll turn into one of them, do you? [ And then Buffy immediately began rubbing her hands on her pants, like it would somehow reverse the effect. ]

[imnot_likeyou]

[He chuckles softly, before shaking his head, moving to take the Nutcracker from her.]

No, no.

[a beat]

I mean, yeah. It could happen. I was just thinking that this is Paradisa and it's Christmas.

[wield]

[ Not helping! Wipe, wipe, wipe. ]

If this was your attempt at making me feel better, you completely missed the point.

[imnot_likeyou]

[More amusement as his and wraps around it.]

No, I mean at Christmas, there's usually something that ...

[ makes people kiss. Like Sam is going to do to Buffy right now.]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[He raises a brow at her toying with the nutcracker.]

Could be worse. Could be little lawn gnomes.