||[Jul. 17th, 2003|02:41 pm]
it's like riding a biker
"Faith, wait." |
Faith stopped, turned, and raised the eyebrow that had made a hundred men stop in their tracks and stare. Wesley blushed. "What I mean," he stammered, "is that you should stay. I'm sure I could find something for dinner. And having company would certainly be a change." Brazen, obnoxious Slayer company would be a particular change, he thought.
"Rockin'!" Faith said and bounced across the room, leaping onto the couch and spreading more mud across the furniture. "I'll just hang out here while you make something for me to eat, how's that?"