Deal. But for reals: you, me, clubbing.
In time.
Author: madaminalamorte0086
What?
You know, Seuse. Like the Dr. It was an attempt at a joke, let us never speak of this again.
You mean Dr. Scholl’s…?
Isn’t that like feet though? I mean like a person that rubs the back or whatever, you call them a masseuse. You know, like that writer guy.
the-better-slayer replied to your post: Hurry up and heal. I wanna hit a club with two times the Slayer, and you’re getting wicked boring just lyin’ there.
Someone needs a masse— massage person. Whatever they’re called.
Masseuse. Like the Cat in The Hat guy.
Hurry up and heal. I wanna hit a club with two times the Slayer, and you’re getting wicked boring just lyin’ there.
I’m doing my best, I tried just thinking myself better but it’s not working so well. I tell my back, I say “Back you will now begin to grow and form back together”. But it’s a slow process.
ghost-of-fashion-victims-past:
[pm] But it’s not flirting. I don’t want you to think it’s like I’ve got some sort of romantic or sexual intention with Faith. That’s not what it is at all.
[pm] Buffy, it’s fine. I’m just being lame or cranky. Flirting is like Faith’s second language. You’re all extra sister-Slayer-y together, it’s just a thing. One of those not-what-it-looks-like things. I know that.
[pm] No, you’re upset. I can tell. I don’t want to come between the two of you. That is in no way what I have ever wanted. Look, I’ll just… I’ll cool it with the banter. Everything will be fine and happy again.
ghost-of-fashion-victims-past replied to your post: How do you feel about your best friend and your ex…
We’re just playing Will, you know that.No, yeah. Totally. You two’ve always had that thing going on, it’s not like this brand new or out of nowhere.
[pm] But it’s not flirting. I don’t want you to think it’s like I’ve got some sort of romantic or sexual intention with Faith. That’s not what it is at all.
I don’t see you denying it.
I don’t look at your ass when you walk out of the room.
Yeah, B, you’re as straight as they come. Explains why you check out my ass every time I leave the room.
How would you even know that if you were leaving the room? Suddenly grow eyes on the back of your head?
You were the one who said it, not me.
Yes I said it, among other things. You just have a special talent for selectively noticing the things that can be read as flirtation.
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