God, you guys are like smoking crack. I'm going to do some more as soon as the babies are asleep.
God, you guys are like smoking crack.
Welcome to the world of fanfic.
At least it spares us the sight of you in an apron.”
(giggle)
Deena, only thing that rang off for me was that "shut up, prisoner." comment. I couldn't put that in Xander's mouth, somehow, unless he was being Teenage Boy nyah-nyah about it?
I was thinking teenage boy nyah, and that maybe Andrew hit a nerve with the dark side comment. It struck me as a little off at the time, too, though. I'll have to rethink that. Maybe go back and check how Xander tried to shut him up before. Oh, the hardship.
Deena, nah, just italicise it, for emphasis.
"Shut up, prisoner."
That shows the nyahnyah aspect pretty clearly, I'd say.
Oh, blast, and before I saw your post, I edited it. I think it's funnier, though, if that's any consolation?
Heh. Much cleaner Xander-speak.
Thanks! I'm finding it interesting trying to come up with their voice in dialogue. I've got another half page. Trying to figure out what comes next.
And here's some more:
Gunn touched his arm and he startled.
“Buffy? Or, you know, Willow or Faith, even?”
Xander grinned. “Oh, yeah, we're all about the Faith-love, now. Have you ever seen her working?”
“You want to point me to where one or all of them are? ‘Cause, like, I’m not getting anything done here and, you know, First Evil?”
The faintest hint of a blush climbed Xander’s neck and he shifted uncomfortably. “See, that’s a problem. Will’s around, but she’s asleep. See, she tried to do some big mojo to find Buffy last night and it kind of came around and slapped her or something.”
“Buffy’s missing?”
“Oh,” Xander began to pick up spilled cereal on the counter. “Well, not really of the missing. I mean, it’s not like she hopped a bus and changed her name to Jane or something.”
Gunn rubbed a hand over his head and wondered how anyone got anything done around here. He smiled at the girls huddled in the corner with the cereal boxes and hefted his ax. They looked confused, then quickly followed Andrew, whispering to each other and casting dark looks back over their shoulders.
Gunn rested the ax on the counter, narrowly missing Xander’s busy fingers. “So,” he looked at Xander through narrowed eyes. ”How is she not missing?”
Xander looked up. “She went out patrolling a couple of nights ago. She didn’t come back. Last night Willow tried to do a locate spell and it didn’t work, or it worked and Buffy is actually inhabiting Willow’s body.” He caught Gunn’s look. “Nah. It didn’t work.” He started to pick up more cereal, but the sight of the ax made him rethink. “Anyway, Faith went looking for her last night, after the spell, the one that didn’t work. She thought maybe a demon bar or something.”
Gunn leaned back to think about this. Buffy hangs out at demon bars? Not Angel’s Buffy then.
“Hey, do you guys have demon bars? I bet you do, and clubs.” Xander did a little hip-twist motion, “Demons getting down with the disco, yeah.” He caught Gunn’s look and wound down, quickly, “yeah, well, you know. Anyway, she’s not here. All we’ve got here is a houseful of scared little girls, a vamp, a hostage and a lot of work for me fixing, I think the toilet’s next.”
They were interrupted by the sound of the toilet flushing and a high-pitched shriek. Xander bent over and grabbed a toolbox out from under the counter. “Yup, toilet.”
Xander caught Gunn's disbelieving look as he walked out of the kitchen. “Hey, we all do what we can.”
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