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(no subject) [Jul. 30th, 2003|12:08 pm]
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notmonochrome
"Peel," he said and turned his back to her.

She idly peeled the potato as she looked around the kitchen. It was clean but worn, and the appliances on the counter had obviously seen better days. Huh. I woulda figured he'd have the good stuff. She almost commented on it, but instead remembered Wesley's foul mood and said, "Not bad for a rental. Sure beats the motel, that's for sure."
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(no subject) [Jul. 23rd, 2003|11:00 am]
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minervacat
Wesley stiffened involuntarily. He found himself standing rigid, with clenched fists and his tongue between his teeth.

"I have never," he spat out, "been a typical 12 year old boy."

Faith examined a potato with feigned interest. "Whatever you say, Watcher. You were born just as stuffy and uptight and poncy as you are now."

The muscles in Wesley's shoulders twitched. He wondered if he could get one good punch in before the Slayer wiped the kitchen floor with him. Probably not. "Peel," he said and turned his back to her.
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(no subject) [Jul. 21st, 2003|09:17 pm]
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notmonochrome
"Peel, Faith, and do shut up."

"Peel, Faith, and do shut up," she mimicked, in sotto voce. She rolled her eyes and hopped up on the countertop. "It's good to know that underneath that stuffy British exterior is a twelve year old boy, just itchin' to get out."

Wesley stiffened involuntarily. He found himself standing rigid, with clenched fists and his tongue between his teeth.
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(no subject) [Jul. 21st, 2003|09:15 am]
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minervacat
"Do you really see me as being such an officious prick? No, don't answer that. Instead, come into the kitchen and help me plan our meal."

"I don't want none of that frou-frou British cooking," Faith protested as she trailed Wesley into the kitchen.

"Faith, where on God's green Earth did you get the idea that British cooking was frou-frou? That is the French. British cooking is all meat and potatoes."

"That explains why Travers is so fat." Wesley rolled his eyes and shoved a bag of potatoes and a vegetable peeler into her hands before she could continue.

"Peel, Faith, and do shut up."
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(no subject) [Jul. 17th, 2003|03:07 pm]
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notmonochrome
"I'll just hang out here while you make something for me to eat, how's that?"

Wesley raised the eyebrow that had made two Slayers giggle with insubordination. "Quite unsatisfactory." At that, Faith scrunched up her forehead and brought a hand to her lips, as if trying to help words escape her mouth. Before she could say a thing, Wesley smiled. "Do you really see me as being such an officious prick? No, don't answer that. Instead, come into the kitchen and help me plan our meal."
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(no subject) [Jul. 17th, 2003|02:41 pm]
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minervacat
"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?"
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(no subject) [Jul. 16th, 2003|08:36 pm]
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notmonochrome
And you really should leave now, as I would prefer not to have you disrupting my evening as your disappearance disrupted my day!"

"Rawr!" Faith meowed, leaning forward and raking her curled fingers through the air and down his sleeve. "I knew you were the sensitive type, but�." She saw his glare through lowered brows and started over with a smirk. "Excuse me, Master Wyndham-Pryce, but I am going to take my leave." She drained her glass as she stood and headed towards the door to his apartment.

"Faith, wait."
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(no subject) [Jul. 14th, 2003|11:52 am]
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minervacat
"Aw, Wes, you look so cute when you pout," Faith smirked. "Do you have anything else to eat? I'm starving!"

Wesley stood up. "No, I do not have anything else for you to eat. My name is Wesley, not Wes, and you would do well, Faith, to not address your Watcher in such a casual tone. And you really should leave now, as I would prefer not to have you disrupting my evening as your disappearance disrupted my day!"
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(no subject) [Jul. 10th, 2003|12:06 pm]
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notmonochrome
"So," Faith said. "What did you do today, Wesley?"

"You know perfectly well what I was doing today," he snapped. "I was running all over Sunnydale trying to track down an impossibly irresponsible Slayer." The effort that it took to speak seemed to sap the last remnants of energy out of the Watcher. He slouched down in his seat, his carefully pressed trousers riding up to expose mismatched argyle socks. Wesley took another sip of the drink and stared at a spot of crusted mud on his floor.

"Aw, Wes, you look so cute when you pout," Faith smirked. "Do you have anything else to eat? I'm starving!"
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(no subject) [Jul. 1st, 2003|12:23 pm]
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minervacat
"Faith, why don't you freshen my glass, while you're at it?"

Faith topped off his glass, perhaps a little more than Wesley would have done himself, and settled back onto the couch. She propped her feet on his glass top coffee table and a shower of dirt from her boots rained down onto the carpet and the table. Wesley cringed and took a long swallow of Scotch. He could already feel it settling into his veins, which was a decidedly good thing, what with an errant Slayer sitting on his couch.

"So," Faith said. "What did you do today, Wesley?"
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