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Text @ Buffy

Buffy: Well here’s me hoping you’ll get it back.
Buffy: I wouldn’t be at all opposed to another get together, you’re not a bother at all. But I’m sort of bedbound right now, so getting together might be a little difficult.
Tara: What! What happened?
Buffy: It’s really fine. I hurt my back, but I’m recovering. It’s really not anything worth exclamation pointing over. Please don’t worry.

Text @ Buffy

Tara: You sound so different from the last time we talked. I’m glad you’re happier. Maybe I’ll get there someday.
Buffy: You will. I guess I started to realize that hope of a better life is one of the few things that are worth living for. Hope and love. If you have those, you might not be happy all the time, but at least you’ll know that life’s still worth it if you’ve got those.
Buffy: Whoa, I’m going all Yoda. Whoa, I know who Yoda is!
Tara: Ha! All of your nerdy friends must finally have got to you.
Tara: I’m not sure I have the hope or the love anymore.
Tara: Hey, we should get together again soon. I’ve missed you! (: But, I mean, I don’t want to be a bother…
Buffy: Well here’s me hoping you’ll get it back.
Buffy: I wouldn’t be at all opposed to another get together, you’re not a bother at all. But I’m sort of bedbound right now, so getting together might be a little difficult.

text @ Buffy

Buffy: I’ll call her what I want 😛
Buffy: It sounds like a thing. A not nothing thing. Maybe you should… Talk to her about it?
Buffy: She could be feeling the same things you are, and unless you want to risk blood exchange and mind reader demon AIDS, you won’t know unless you ask.
Buffy: This sounds all stupid talk show, but communication is key. I think half my problems with the menfolk would be sorted if there had been like actual talking going on about thoughts and problems and stuff.
Willow: I don’t wanna jinx it or anything. And we have our ways, sort of. Like code, you know? And besides, as soon as you’re all healed up and everything she’ll probably go back to wherever she’s living.
Willow: I might still be hers, but that doesn’t mean I have the right to ask her to stay.
Buffy: Hey. Willow. Don’t give up. If you love something, you fight for it. You fight for it and sometimes you fight with it. But if it’s real and it’s the right thing to do, it stays. Angel and I, we used to get in the worst arguments. But I never stopped fighting, even after it was over.
Buffy: And you and Faith are not Angel and I. Just because we were doomed doesn’t mean you guys have to be.
Buffy: And you do have the right. You have the right to ask. It’s just a question, you’re not forcing her. She’ll either say yes or she’ll say no. And she can’t answer yes if you never ask the question, Will.

text @ faith

Buffy: I mean, that perfectly sculpted face. He’s prettier than a girl sometimes, she might be swayed…
Buffy: She isn’t making me eat anything, and I am actually one of those aliens that like like salad so that wouldn’t have been a problem for me. But if you want to bring me food, feel free- I’m not picky.
Faith: Hey, not arguing over here.
Faith: Normally I’d make you beg and ask nice, but it kinda loses the fun when you don’t really want it anyways. Unless it’s like, some jedi mind trick of yours.
Faith: Saint Faith, comin’ up with that weird three-color ice cream.
Buffy: Then I guess I’ll get right on confirmation from the resident lesbian.
Buffy: Well I am all Yoda like with the advice and words of wisdom today so I guess we’ll never know.
Buffy: Napoleonton. I think. Or something.

text @ Buffy

Willow: Well one, I probably wouldn’t call her Faithster to her face if I were you. 😛
Willow: Two, she’s been kind of amazing. I know things are weird and we only got into this constantly being in the same place thing again because we just both felt so guilty about everything but now, it’s almost like before.
Willow: We flirt, we talk, we joke around and sometimes we defend each other. We take turns getting up to turn on the ceiling fan and grab the TV remote.
Willow: She still wears the necklace I gave her. And sometimes she’s looking at me and I just think like, like she has to feel this thing too. And all this stuff, it can’t be nothing, right?
Buffy: I’ll call her what I want 😛
Buffy: It sounds like a thing. A not nothing thing. Maybe you should… Talk to her about it?
Buffy: She could be feeling the same things you are, and unless you want to risk blood exchange and mind reader demon AIDS, you won’t know unless you ask.
Buffy: This sounds all stupid talk show, but communication is key. I think half my problems with the menfolk would be sorted if there had been like actual talking going on about thoughts and problems and stuff.

text @ faith

Buffy: You started it.
Buffy: But really, who wouldn’t? Except like lesbians and straight men, who I think maybe could be swayed. You just don’t resist an Adonis like that.
Faith: Oughta ask Willow. Somehow I don’t see her budging.
Faith: Speaking of, she makin’ you eat salad or something? I can do better.
Buffy: I mean, that perfectly sculpted face. He’s prettier than a girl sometimes, she might be swayed…
Buffy: She isn’t making me eat anything, and I am actually one of those aliens that like like salad so that wouldn’t have been a problem for me. But if you want to bring me food, feel free- I’m not picky.

text @ Buffy

Willow: We could play something together maybe?
Willow: Or, you know, solitaire’s good too. Totally good.
Buffy: Ooh green tea has that health food vibe going for it.
Buffy: And yes, we must play together. Because playing by myself is sad, and I want to hang out with you, and I always get stuck on solitaire anyways.
Willow: I’ll be up in a jiffy. It’s kind of nice having someone who appreciates the healthy stuff up in here. 😉
Buffy: Speaking of having someone here… Tell me if it’s too soon or I’m wrong for asking, but, how are things going with the Faithster?

text @ faith

Buffy: I don’t have to try, it just comes naturally to me.
Buffy: Well if I’m Sherlock, then you’re Jude Law. Which isn’t too bad because he’s one fine piece of man.
Faith: Two fucked up sides of the same coin.
Faith: Okay, B, if you’re gonna hit on me, don’t call me a dude.
Faith: But man would I take him for a ride.
Buffy: You started it.
Buffy: But really, who wouldn’t? Except like lesbians and straight men, who I think maybe could be swayed. You just don’t resist an Adonis like that.