✿5 [Action]

[redstringed]

*It's night-time, and outside of Building 6 there is a young-looking gothic lolita vampire and a bed of roses.

Rachel, in an attempt to not get dirty while planting a garden, has been attempting to do the entire thing with spatial manipulation - you might see the dirt itself shift around the roses if you looked long enough. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be going well for her, and the rose "garden" is lopsided and mismatched, and the roses don't look healthy. They're wilting a bit.

And because of this, Rachel is looking all the more irritated and frustrated.

Clearly this is the best time to bother her.*

Comments

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

[Just for that? He is going to STAY and FINISH. Excuses!]

Hey, I'm day...turnal. Guy. I do patrol at night, but not so much with the gardening. [He glances over at her.] Comfy?

[redstringed]

Yes, quite.

*Hiding another yawn, that's very unladylike of her.* Patrolling for what, precisely?

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Patrolling for vampires and if I'm boring you I can get lost.

[redstringed]

Oh? I had been under the impression that you were told the vampires in this world were not to be hunted.

No more than usual. *She's just. Kind of anemic. It's what happens with the not-blood-drinking bit. :(*

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Not here, back home. But it's kind of a habit now. [He digs quietly for a few minutes.]

[redstringed]

Hm. *That's all she says. Because as Xander digs silently...

...Rachel has fallen asleep.

She's much less mean when she's like this.*

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

[Xander notices that his last statement did not garner a really mean, sardonic, or belittling remark. Strange. He glances over at Rachel and his brows go up.]

Rachel?

[redstringed]

*Nope. Still asleep. She's been tired lately.*

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Uh....okaaayyyyy. Rachel? If you can hear me? I'm going to stomp on your flower bed. And then I'm going to...mess up your hair. A LOT.

[redstringed]

*Nada. A good thing, too. That wouldn't go over very well with her.*

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

[In SPITE of himself, Xander is getting concerned now. He brushes his hands off on his shirt as best he can and approaches her side, kneeling down.]

So help me, if you're only doing this to prove a point about how awkward I am I'll...totally...not finish planting your flowers. Hey. [Now lifting a soil-crusted hand to pat the side of her cheek gently. What were you supposed to do with an unconscious vampire? They didn't breathe, had no pulse...But she couldn't just stay out here.]

[redstringed]

*Actually, Xander, you might find that her cheek is rather warm. She's certainly not dead in any sense of the word.

Unfortunately, however, the little pat on her cheek makes her wake up... to see Xander, with a (relatively) dirty hand right in front of her.

And red eyes go very, very wide in shock. This might not turn out well.*

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Whoa! HEY there. Yup. Proved your point alright. [He falls back like she's burned him. Warm cheek?]

[redstringed]

*And yet, she looks somewhere between horrified and livid, putting her hands to her cheek where he'd patted her.* You... you touched me with those dirt-covered paws-- how dare you even consider such a thing?!

*Wiping at her face now, as if to get the dirt off.* Eugh! I feel so ...unclean!

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Sorry about the dirty touching! I mean---there was no dirty touching! Except for that one...

[redstringed]

"Except for that one?!" And what exactly were you planning on doing, you flithy-minded child? I will have no part in your vulgar little fantasies!

*There may be a crash of thunder somewhere overhead. Now would be a very good time to try to calm her down.*

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

What the hell, Rachel?! What was I supposed to do, you went all unconscious on me!

[Yeah THAT'S probably not working.]

[redstringed]

Excuse me?! I was resting! Is the concept of a nap so foreign to you?! *Still rubbing at her cheek, but. Her anger seems to be fizzling out. She's still tired.*

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but don't you have some black lace-strewn canopy bed for that purpose? And the "Mansion Sweet Mansion" throw pillows?