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           ^{❛   oh i’m sorry. did i let dinner get away ? what a shame.   ❜   sarcasm dripped from her tongue while blood dripped from his chin, and she was more than a little bit annoyed that he’d called her out on the lecture before she even got a chance to start it. it had been a trying day, and buffy was ready to give someone an earful. instead she huffed, stake-filled hand flopping to her side in frustration.}  

❛   you know i was going to, because it is wrong, but clearly you’re on the don’t-care side of the spectrum so why don’t we cut right to the slaying portion of tonight’s entertainment ?   ❜   maybe then she’d feel better.

          _{there was a full out roll of his eyes at her comments. if it was up to him, he would have been half-way out of town by now, but it seemed he still had to deal with this. just his luck the one night he was trying to make himself feel better… he had to come across someone who wanted to stop him. of course, that was to be expected, but that didn’t mean that he had to like it.}

           _{❛ actually, ❜ he commented,  ❛ i’m move of the very expensive steakhouse or places it takes months to get reservations for. ❜ even though he was being slightly sarcastic himself… at least he was being somewhat truthful ( for the most part ).}

             _{❛ then again, consider me on the; i cared once, but then endured hell, and now i don’t really care about anything, ❜ a pause,  ❛ side of the spectrum. ❜ he didn’t care if she believed him — didn’t even believe himself half the time as he slipped his bloodied hands into his pockets,  ❛ so, if you’re going to attempt to slay me, please make sure to get it done right. i would, ❜ his tone turns sarcastic,  ❛ hate to miss this meeting later tonight. ❜}