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*It's late dusk, and there is a certain young-looking gothic lolita sitting at a table outside of Building 6, slowly sipping a cup of tea and flipping through a book.

If you pass by, you may get the very distinct sense that she is horribly judging you.*

(ooc: Geez, lots of people! And they probably all hate Rachel now. I'm going to bed, will resume tagging tomorrow!)

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*This look.*

Yes. That much was implied.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

[Okay, so maybe more than just that.]

He's in charge of the slayer, basically. Sort of like a teacher, or a coach or something.

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Ah. Then I would hope he would be learned. A teacher who knows little is a poor instructor indeed.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Well, if you see a nerdy looking English guy wandering around, it's probably him. He's a good guy, though. He's gotten us out of a lot of trouble.

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*I could have sworn I'd tagged this. I MAY HAVE GOTTEN IT CONFUSED WITH THE OTHER CONVERSATION THOUGH...*

I do not find that very difficult to believe, and shall keep it in mind.

SOKAY

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

....Guess I'll see you around, then.

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Perhaps you will.

*A pause, and then she reaches to the copy of "Dracula" sitting on the table.* Do you want this? I certainly have no reason to keep it.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

[He looks at it with kind of a bored expression before taking it.]

Yeah, I guess. Sure.

...Thanks.

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Do not mention it.

*She leans back, raising her cup to her lips again* Good evening, then.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Later, Rachel. [With book in hand he tries to walk away looking as cool as possible, tapping the book against the side of his leg.]