4th Dusting

[makeitquick]

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How many of you got demons back home? Or met 'em here? Tell me about 'em.

Comments

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[herotypical]

Nah. I mean -- it's not my kettle-of-fish. But to each her own lonesome.

What was that?

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[makeitquick]

That was prob Gates.

[And there's the sound of, yep. A lamp being smashed. Sigh]

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[herotypical]

...Gates? You've got a room-mate?

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[makeitquick]

Uh.

[SHRIEK]

Sorta?

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[herotypical]

Huh. A loud cohabitor. Tell me, do the neighbours complain?

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[makeitquick]

Not... yet. He's normally sorta quieter. Bet he's hungry.

[Shifting her feet.]

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[herotypical]

And from the sounds of it? I'm guessing he doesn't eat Froot Loops.

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[makeitquick]

Dunno what those are.

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[herotypical]

Breakfast cereal, Mel. Colourful and delicious. Sinfully so.

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[makeitquick]

Oh. He might like that. [And more rumbling. She sighs and then goes to open the door to the other room. Down the hall she goes]

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[herotypical]

[ buffy...follows. what? she's curious. ]

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[makeitquick]

[Opening the door and... A MONKEY. It jumps out!!

Okay no more: Melaka isn't reacting much to Gates jumping out of the room. She actually just sort of sighs and hopes it won't make Buffy jump too much]

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[herotypical]

[ there is a tightening of the slayer's posture but no genuine jumping; she was, at least, pre-warned by the crashing and smashing. her eyes do widen, however, and she swings her sight quickly from gates to melaka. ]

...Your monkey has extra arms.

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[makeitquick]

...Sorta a demon monkey.

[She said as Gates leaps to climb up to the rafters]

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[herotypical]

...Huh. Why aren't there every any normal monkeys, huh? I swear. Since coming here the only monkeys I've ever seen? An undead one and your...demony one.

[ she crosses her arms. ] He's from home? [ our home. how novel that still feels! ]

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[makeitquick]

Yeah. Found 'em on a grab, he stole something from me, but lead me so something else. Fig'd I owed letting him stay as a flatmate.

[She looks up at where Gates is settling into climbing around the ceiling. She does like the little bastard too]

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[herotypical]

[ buffy keeps her sights set firmly on the monkey. ]

House-trained, I hope?

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[makeitquick]

...More or less.

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[herotypical]

How...comforting.

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[makeitquick]

Don't fret, Summers.

[And now walking back towards the main room and therefore the chairs, ignoring the monkey in the ceiling for now]

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[herotypical]

[ buffy has a harder time ignoring the monkey. but she tries, regardless. ]

Right. Here's me, fret-free. [ a pause; she sits on a chair. ] Where do you wanna start?

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[makeitquick]

Wherever you wanna. You're the tales-teller.

[Eyebrow arch]

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[herotypical]

...Shadow Men. Know anything about them?

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[makeitquick]

Not by that name, I think.

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[herotypical]

...Think of them as the Council before the Council got all....Councilfied.