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*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.*

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Have you gone mad, or are you simply in a particularly daft mood?

You were the one who told me that the Slayer had grown close to a particular cretin of a vampire from your world, and you mentioned the name Spike. I needed no more than simple deductive reasoning in this case. You ought to try it.

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Fine. Deduction. I'm not good at math, okay? But I didn't realize...I sort of walked in on them. You know.

[Not really paying attention to the roses, he accidentally breaks off a bloom. And attempts to hide that from Rachel by shoving it down his shirt. Which is problematic because of the thorns. Maybe she'll just think he's really distressed about the "walking in" thing, which he IS by the way. Though he wants Buffy to think he's tolerant of it now.]

Nnnng.

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*Eyes narrow. She saw that.* And clearly, it has left such an impression that you are unable to focus.

Does it bother you for it being a human and a vampire, or is it because that man is an uncivilized lout?

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This is the guy who kidnapped me and almost killed my ex-girlfriend. [Okay, so that last part was indirect, but still.] He tortured a good friend of mine, too. There isn't a good history there.

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And yet she forgives him this, and you cannot possibly understand why.

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Close your mouth before you begin to attract flies. You wear your heart quite brazenly on your sleeve, you know.

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[He smashes a third plant into the ground and starts burying the roots.]

Is that a problem?

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I do not believe I offered judgment either way. Decide for yourself.

Would you like anyone who converses with you to know precisely how you feel about any given subject?

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It's called "communication," and I do it. [He takes hold of the fourth plant, stabs his finger on a thorn, and sticks the injured skin in his mouth, dirt and all.] This is definitely the BEST idea I've had since coming to Luceti. I hope you feel honored in being a part of it.

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Communicating and being horribly transparent about one's feelings are two very different things. Are we not communicating right now?

I do not recall forcing you to do a thing.

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Hey, I never said anything about you forcing me. This? This is a favor. [He sets the plant in the soil.]

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A favor, hm?

And what are you asking in return?

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Know what, Rachel? It says here on my sleeve that I'm a nice guy. So, no charge. That all right with you?

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Of course.

There is a very fine line between kindness and foolishness. You would do well to remember that.

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Wait a minute---YOU'RE the one who writes those little fortune cookie papers, aren't you?

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Naturally. What better use have I of my time than to offer pedantic little platitudes?

*...she hides a yawn. She's starting to feel very tired, and she isn't about to let him see that weakness.*

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That's one boring eternity if you ask me. [He doesn't notice the yawn, because he's too busy digging around. Then a fifth plant goes in.]

Not that I mind doing this or anything, but it would be a lot easier for me to finish up in daylight.

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*She's sitting down now.* It is always excuses with your kind.

...do what you will.

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[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?

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Yes, quite.

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

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

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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. :(*

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

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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.*