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Someone spoke — a woman's voice — and Andrew's first thought was, Goddamn it, she's found me already, but as he roused from sleep, he was relieved (and absolutely fucking delighted) to see that it wasn't who he thought it would be. He was just too used to her always being there that even his thoughts had jumped to that conclusion solely based on the female voice.

"Hey," He said casually back, uncurling from his, admittedly, terrible position on the floor. "You're right— maybe it's time I got my eyes checked." Those same eyes dropped to the crowbar that was in her hand.

"Nice. Solid weapon of choice, but you won't be needing it." He began to get up, making sure each movement was slow so that she wouldn't freak out and attack. "Not that the word of a strange dude randomly chilling in your house counts for much, but I figured I'd say it anyway." It was up to her if she wanted to attack, and Andrew would understand — it was a reasonable and normal reaction — but then he'd have to retaliate, and he was so tired of constantly washing blood from his limited amount of clothing. Well, at least he only wore black.

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"Well, at least you're self-aware." Don't be charmed by a moody-looking guy in all black again, Tiff. She looked him over and, admittedly, he didn't look homeless. He was just some dude. So what, did he just crash out or something?

Her gaze fell to the remnants of the food -- her food -- he had recently eaten.

"Are you on the run from the cops or something?" she asked, point-blank. "This forest isn't usually a campground. There's like, five other parks nearby with more interesting shit or actual tourist traps."

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"Yeah, I kinda need it." He wouldn't let his mind get too wrapped up in this now that he knew he'd done all he could. It would do him no good to dwell on it and get himself worked up. He headed to the couch with Imhotep still perched so perfectly and sunk into it, feeling the tension and stress of the day lift off his shoulders. When Aidan joined him with the dinner and wine, Elias gave him a tired smile.

"Thank you, darling. I'm sorry if I made you worry." He knew Aidan wouldn't be and didn't get mad about that sort of thing because he knew there would always be a good reason Elias couldn't get in contact. It would never be an intentional thing.

"How was your day?" He asked as he began to eat his late dinner, steering the conversation to something regular and more easy-going. Unless something explosive had happened in the political scene that Aidan was in (always a possibility), they should be fine to de-stress together.

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Once he made sure the food was ready, he went to fetch their half-empty bottle of wine. He imagined they'd finish it tonight. He poured Elias a generous glass, he carried that and the food over to the living room, where he placed the meal down on the coffee table. Then, mindful of Imhotep, took a seat beside him.

"I would be a poor partner if I wasn't worried," Aidan assured him. "As for my work -- nothing as exciting as yours. I mostly spent today at my desk looking over plans and policy proposals." He put an arm around him, tugging him close. "It's easier to handle those sort of days when I come home to you, though."

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Upon finding nobody home, Andrew checked out every room. There honestly wasn't much going on since it was, as he expected, in the process of getting done up. Luck was on his side today (made a change for once) when he realized the fridge was stocked.

Thanks for your hospitality...

He took out a few things that he could eat without needing to cook anything: pre-prepared meat, a yogurt, and a random apple sitting on its own that would have turned out to be poisonous if Ashley had been here — she was just a bad omen. Andrew then went through the cupboards. Not much, but there was a pack of cookies, and it would pair nicely as a dessert for his makeshift dinner.

After eating what he had gathered and washing it down with a bottle of carbonated water (he didn't really like carbonated water, but he'd take it over tap water), Andrew found a spot in the corner of the living room to crash. He considered lying on the couch but decided against it. Being curled up in a corner would make him more pitiful to anyone who might come home. If he sprawled on the couch, he'd just look like an asshole drunk.

Or maybe the homeowner wouldn't care and would shoot him regardless. Eh, he'd see what happened. Closing his eyes, he rested his head back, hoping to recuperate some of his lost energy now that the life-sucking bitch wasn't with him.

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Tiff was glad she made it to the house before sunset. There weren't any streetlights out here and she was always paranoid she was going to hit a deer or something.

She slid out of the car and grabbed her duffel bag full of personal items, as well as her toolbox from the back before making her way to the house's front doors. She moved to hold the straps of the duffel bag in her teeth as she shoved her keys into the lock, twisting it to unlock. With a click, the front doors were open once more, and she shuffled her way in. The tool box was set down right by the door, and she moved to lock up behind her before doing her usual walkthrough of the house.

She knew there wasn't zero chance of people sneaking in here, but it hadn't happened before, so she didn't do a thorough check -- just a quick glance around. It didn't take more than a glance, however, to immediately notice the mass of black in the corner of the living room.

Holy shit. There was actually a person in here. A trespasser. Tiff froze -- then realized he was asleep. Damn. No point in calling the police all the way out here, was there?

She quickly retreated back to her toolbox and retrieved the collapsible crowbar from withinm un-collapsing it before returning to the living room. Getting a better look at the guy's size, she was pretty sure she could take him if he was unarmed -- as long as he didn't have superhuman strength from a coke bender or whatever.

"Hey. This isn't a fucking hotel."

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"Yeah... Yeah, I will." He really hoped Roro and Lala were doing okay. They were used to him being gone for a few days here and there, but he'd always done his best to go no longer than that. It hadn't been that long yet, but he knew that he and Deku would probably be out on the road longer. If he could get a hold of them and tell them to stay at home for now, it would give him peace of mind.

Are there enough groceries for them...?

Damn, he couldn't remember. There would be stuff in the cupboards for them to eat, but maybe not so much in the fridge. He'd tell them that if they had to, they should use the cash he kept in the bottom of the bedside drawer to go down the road to the corner shop and buy themselves what they needed.

As he spotted a sign to say that the next gas station wasn't too far off, Rody spoke again. "So, what's your Quirk anyway? What's with the green sparks that come off you? You, like, electric man or something?" Green electricity? But he'd been strong and fast, too. "You know that guy over in America? The, uh, what's he called— The Flash? Are you like him but with electricity?"

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"Uh -- not exactly. I mean, yes, I've heard of the Flash!" Duh. But now was not the time to brag about how much he researched heroes. Especially since Rody seemed pretty resistant to them. "As for my Quirk, it's...kind of layered? I wouldn't classify it as something like electricity based... it's more...uhhh..."

He fell quiet, brow furrowing as he tried to figure out how best to explain it without giving away One For All's secret.

"It's like... like a Swiss Army knife!" he exclaimed finally. "Multifunctional! But because of that, it took me a long time to be able to use it right."

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Bakugo nearly turned around to sock Sero in the face for his annoying scream right in his ear! He held back though and just rolled his eyes. But he had to admit... this was pretty cool. Spider-Man wasn't as famous as some of those American heroes, but that was because it seemed like he tried to stay out of the limelight. He wasn't some damn show-off like Iron-Man.

Meanwhile, Peter was delighted by the reaction. Hey, they know of me! That was an instant ego-boost and an anxiety soother. Before he knew it, he was shaking hands and high-fiving and complimenting the aspiring heroes on their costumes and, whoa, they had gadgets already?! Awesome! Did they make those themselves? Did they have a designated gadget-maker?

He came to a green-haired youth who was vibrating on the spot, looking ready to burst or pass out. "Hey!" Peter says. "Those are some mean-looking gloves! What do they do?" He was genuinely interested in all of their costumes, equipment, and their Quirks, but he knew he couldn't get too invested in all of it, or he'd be here until nightfall!

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"OH! Hi! They --" Midoriya was frazzled, but talking about his gear? He could do that! Mostly intelligbly, even! "These are a support item that let me focus air pressure into a more accurate shot!" He pointed out the sights on his knuckles, " And these help me fire off smaller blasts! I can fire up to four shots!"

He paused only to catch his breath and then went on immediately, "It's really an honor to meet you! Your Japanese is really great, too! Are you going to stay and watch us train!?"

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"Yeah, of course!" A few rounds on the Ferris Wheel would be appropriate given their recent dinner and the fact it didn't have as long of a line as the more exciting rides. Maybe Fang would kiss him there, too. With a giddiness spreading through him at the thought (was this what down bad people felt like?) they headed to their first ride. As expected, it didn't take long for them to settle into a compartment.

"One time, my cousin got stuck in one of these with her not-yet-boyfriend and she got real mad!" Alexei really wished he could have been there for that. He remembered Polina facetiming him, shouting Russian obscenities as if Alexei had somehow been the one to break the ride. Yeon-woo had stared off into the distance in the background, perhaps questioning all of his life choices.

"But if we get stuck, it won't be that bad. We're in good company." And they could... maybe kiss... to pass the time!

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"Well, I'd hope we don't get stuck regardless," Fang chuckled. "This Ferris Wheel is quite tall. I don't mind heights, but I'd be worried if we had to be rescued." He gestured to the ferris wheel in question -- a full 85 Feet. "But if I had to choose someone to get stuck with, you would be my first."

It was endearing how enthusiastic Alexei was with him. Fang had been prepared to be dismissed or not quite measure up to the lawyer's standards, but even in preferring the finer things, Alexei wasn't a snob. It bode well for their budding relationship.

They moved thorugh the queue rather quickly, and soon they were climbing into the slightly-swinging cabin.

"I'm always surprised they don't at least offer some sort of seatbelt in these," Fang chuckled as he took a seat beside Alexei on the bench. "I guess they don't see a point."

After a few moments, the ferris wheel began to turn to let others on and off the ride, and they gradually moved upward, pausing every now and then.

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Link laughed and not just a polite laugh that should probably be used in a royal castle like this—it was loud and boisterous, one that he'd seemingly inherited from his uncle, just with a more youthful tone.

"All right, a day of fishing and cooking coming up."

Zelda was easy to talk to, more than he'd ever imagined. Link never thought he'd be sitting here casually making plans to spend some time with the Princess of Hyrule. It was funny how things just fell into place and the unexpected became reality.

"Just say when, Princess, and I'll be there."

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When Link said that she just had to say when and he'd be there, he hadn't realized she would make plans for the very next day! But he wasn't mad about it. If anything, it was probably the most fitting time. After everything, they needed some relaxation and a chance to just hang out.

"Epona likes you," he commented as the mare trotted along, leading them towards a peaceful fishing spot in one of Hyrule's many forests. "She doesn't usually like anyone else riding her," Especially not women, for some reason. There had been times when Link had helped women get back to their villages or to some other destination and Epona had been very displeased. But she seemed content to have Zelda settled on her back alongside Link. Huh. That was interesting.

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"Really?" Oh, Zelda was ecstatic. Today was already the best day of her life and she had just saved Hyrule. But she wasn't supposed to save Hyrule! She was supposed to be a princess. And sure, she could defend herself (now) but she really...would rather not.

Peace was far better. Especially if it meant getting to spend time with Link without having to worry about either of them dying.

She smiled down at Epona and patted her flank, "Well, I'm very grateful! She's lovely." She adjusted her hold around Link's waist (!!!!!) a bit and had a look around.

"I don't know if I've been in this forest before," she admitted. "It was hard to tell where I was sometimes when the rifts were open."

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"Do I look like the type of man who'd exaggerate, Miss Archer?" If it was possible for Harry to hear him say that from his current location, he would probably have laughed quite hard, but no! Cooper was not the type to exaggerate! Not really. Not in his mind, anyway. Colleagues (and pretty much anyone he ever came across) always noted how cheerful he seemed for an FBI agent, thinking that the profession should have knocked that out of him in his first year. It wasn't such a strange thing for Cooper, though. The world deserved a bit more cheer!

It wasn't a long walk to the diner—it didn't take long to get anywhere in Twin Peaks unless it was heading up to the hotel. As they headed inside, Cooper greeted Shelly, who was at the counter. "Afternoon, Shelly. Fine day, isn't it? I'm here to prove to my new friend, Miss Archer, how delightful your cherry pie is." Cooper had no idea how that sentence could be taken as an innuendo, his sweet face as sunshiny as ever.

Shelly smiled, used to the eccentric agent's ways, and turned to Cate. "A new face in Twin Peaks. We don't get many visitors. I'll be out with your pie in a few. Do you want coffee to go with that as well, Miss Archer?" She didn't need to ask Agent Cooper that—the day he turned down coffee was the day the apocalypse arrived.

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Cate didn't know what to make of Agent Cooper, actually. He might have had the look of an FBI agent, but his demeanor was closer to Paddington Bear. Even that cherry pie line (which the incels back in HQ would have loved) had been delivered without an ounce of self-awareness for the possible innuendo.

Or maybe she was just crude.

At Shelly's prompting, she nodded. "Yes, I'll take a latte, thank you." She wasn't really all that hungry, but that was likely the stress. She knew she would eat something; she could already hear Bruno scolding her for being reckless with her health. When had that grumpy old man gotten into her head so much anyway? She really needed this vacation.

"Shall we sit down, then?" She asked, but was already moving to take a seat at a nearby table herself, resigning herself to spending longer in this little middle-of-nowhere town.

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Where am I now?

Hard ground beneath him, grass and mud, different from the weird terrain of the demon realm. Andrew sat himself up and rubbed at his temple, feeling like he'd crash-landed here like some out-of-place alien. Well, the former part of that statement was certainly true — he was unwanted everywhere. Everywhere but with her.

Ugh. Okay, what did Lord Unknown say? Something about... being free? Hah! As if that would ever happen. Wait, but... was it a deal he'd made? Argh, why couldn't he remember all the details? Well, whatever, it would come back to him in time. Probably.

He pulled himself up, managing to get into a standing position despite the throbbing in his head. Green eyes take in his surroundings, noting that he was in a forest. Which forest was anyone's guess — there were a ton of wooded areas in his state. If that's even where he still was.

With nothing else to do, he began to walk, keeping an eye out for any branching trails that he might have to use later for whatever reason. It was a fairly uneventful exploration: stick, stick, slightly larger stick, a branch (that still counted as a stick), and oh hey, a wooden plank! With his track record, he'd definitely need that later.

After about ten minutes of shuffling through undergrowth like some drugged-out zombie (he hadn't realized how hungry and tired he really was), he spotted a path that looked more man-made. Heading along it, Andrew tried to keep his mind focused on this sole task and not on the demon and whatever deal he vaguely remembered being offered to him. Nor did he think (or at least try to) of Ashley and how much she'd be freaking out when she realized he was gone.

A house appeared through the trees. No, it didn't actually appear out of thin air, although nothing would surprise him anymore. It was just there, built in a clearing like some modern retelling of Hansel and Gretel with the human-eating witch.

Except I'd be the one to eat whoever lives there...

No, there would be no human consuming today. Or ever again. Making the last stretch to the house, Andrew noticed how quiet it was. It didn't seem run-down, though. If anything, it appeared well looked after, even having some furniture and debris outside as if someone was in the process of moving things around. Maybe a rennovation?

He should move along; he knew that. Don't get too close to anywhere that might have people. Which would be real fucking difficult considering he'd have to buy essentials and all that, but if he could just stay as far from humankind as possible, then that would be the best outcome. For all of them.

But he was never one to listen to his own logic and trudged up to the door, legs weary and stomach growling. The door was locked as he expected, but a window around the back was cracked open enough for him to hoist himself up and slide through. Or more like half tumble through — he'd never been all that flexible. If anyone came running, he'd have a reason ready, a backstory, an excuse for being a creepy weirdo breaking into their home. It didn't matter who the other person was; Andrew could adapt his demeanor and story accordingly. For maximum manipulation! Wow, wasn't he such a swell guy!

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"Oh, come on you old sack of --" Tiff smacked the car radio with the butt of her right palm while the left one kept a firm grip on the wheel. She hit it again and, fortunately, the radio knew what was good for it. It flickered back on and she gave a sigh of relief. Even if she was close to her grandfather's -- her house, she couldn't stand just making her way through the woods in silence. It was way too close to a horror movie setup that way.

Fortunately, the one music-centric radio station came on, and she leaned back a bit in her seat, putting her right hand back on the wheel. She was going to have to bite the bullet and get the car worked on when she went back home. It wasn't like she couldn't afford it, but Tiff really preferred to get as much use out of everything she could. Honestly, it wouldn't surprise her if the mechanic told her to just get a new one... but that was a pain in the ass, too.

Up ahead, she could see the entrance to the long gravel driveway that led to the house. She let out a sigh of relief. She wouldn't get too deep into any of the renovations today. She could focus on that tomorrow morning; she was still sore from her shift at Barney's. Actually, she'd probably just lie down until her back stopped killing her...

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"I was never taken to restaurants when my parents still had me. I think they were scared I'd eat the chefs." And he probably would have if he'd been given the chance, even at a young age. A nibble or two, at least. Joji shook his head

"I don't want to rest. I already slept." But maybe this was Everett's way of telling him to leave him be? Joji was never that good at picking up on certain hints, especially in social contexts. "Do you want me to go back to the guest room?" He couldn't call it his room because it wasn't really. It wasn't like he was going to just move in with Everett or something...

...Right?

Yes, right. That was weird. He couldn't just move in with a man or expect to. This was juts a temporary thing until Everett got bored of him, then Joji would be on his way again.

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"You don't have to, so long as you don't do anything that'd alert the authorities," Everett shook his head. "There's not much in my house of interest, I'm afraid. It's large but mostly empty, save for my office and the kitchen."

And the kitchen wasn't even his primary kitchen.

"If you're not up for eating, then let's talk more at least," he requested, having more of his own meal. "Your parents knew of your appetite? Did they try to do anything about it outside of hide you away?"

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"That's okay..." That's better. "Just..." Great, here he goes, talking again even after promising himself to sit in silence. "No country songs." Bae really hated country songs. Who willingly listened to a country song? As Kondo turned on the radio, he settled back in the seat and looked out the window. Maybe this journey wouldn't be so bad. Thirty-five minutes wasn't that long and then...

Then he'd have to meet Lenora face-to-face. And then it would be a three-way conversation. Then, when the artist arrived, it would be a foursome! God, what had he gotten himself into?

As they drove down the winding trails that took Bae away from his forest sanctuary, he frowned when he spotted a fox lingering just up ahead. Kondo would obviously be able to see it, but he felt the need to point it out anyway.

"Don't run him over..." He spoke quietly, concerned for the animal's safety. Well, who knows? Maybe this mafia man (Bae had decided that was who he must be) might not care about running over an animal if it was in the way?

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"I won't, I won't." He had seen that fox from a mile away. He slowed down, frowning and leaning back in his seat. "Come on, move along," he muttered.

The fox seemed to linger and stare at the car.

Kondo rolled his eyes. "Do you know him or something?" he joked.

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The invitation surprised him. He hadn't exactly been subtle with his interest in Xiang, but he hadn't wanted it to come across as something that put her in an uncomfortable position. It wasn't as if he would retract his offer to house her in London if she didn't return his interest. However, with the way Xiang looked at him and the calm tone in which she voiced her question, it seemed Kazuma's concerns were unfounded.

"Yes." Nobody could ever call Kazuma Asogi shy or indecisive. Xiang asking him that held many implications. Of course, despite being somewhat popular with the women back home, he wasn't what anyone would call a playboy or someone who participated in intimate moments just because they presented themselves. It was different with Xiang, though. His attraction to her was unlike any he'd felt before. Those had been fleeting, no more than simple crushes that faded as quickly as they came about. It felt like more than that with Xiang.

His hand covered hers on the railing, their fingers threading. The future was uncertain with many factors needing to be seen to, but he was content to go along with what tonight brought. His lips curved into one of his charming smiles. "Lead the way."

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Ah... When had anyone asked her to lead the way in anything that was not domestic labor? It was a terrifying and exciting feeling all at once. Not that he was meaning for her to... well.

She gave a short nod, hoping her cheeks weren't as warm as they felt. But even if they were, she didn't care. After a moment of consideration, she took his arm and started the walk back to her cabin.

"Will your friends wonder about your whereabouts?" she asked quietly.

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"Can't say I remember half the things I've said," he shrugged. At least he was honest. Sometimes he made promises that he knew for a fact he wasn't going to keep. It was amazing how easily people could be swayed into doing something with just a few little words as motivation. Spike raised a brow as she decided she was done with whatever she'd been trying to do here.

"You think he'll always find you? Not to offend the lad, but he's not exactly a strike fear in the hearts of his enemies type." Soft is what Spike would call him. If he'd encountered Mordecai back during his William the Bloody days, he would have had a hell of a time with him. "What makes you so sure he's not being used as a werewolf's chew toy right now?" He paused, then both brows raised, expression thoughtful. "But if he's fucking werewolves, he might be into that." Who knew the sensitive, book-loving vampire could be so kinky.

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"I do not leave whatever town we're in without him, he knows that," she shook her head as she proceeded to leave the clearing. "And I have faith that he can take care of himself. Or scream loud enough to get my attention."

She gave 'Spike' a sidelong glance.

"That is the result of a good sire, not that you would know."

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"It ain't no trouble, Mary-Beth," Arthur said as he waved her over. He'd overheard Ms. Grimshaw lecture her about "not bothering the men with her silly requests" but wanting to go into town to purchase some personal supplies for herself wasn't anything Arthur thought silly. "I'm headed into Saint Denis anyway if you wanna tag along." He could feel Grimshaw's glare on him, but he ignored it as he approached his horse, getting her ready for the ride. He knew tensions could run high in camp, especially with everyone being cooped up together so long, but Grimshaw had always had it out for that girl. Arthur wouldn't pretend to know what that was all about.

"Really?" Mary Beth brightened, fighting back the urge to toss a smirk back at Ms. Grimshaw. Instead, however, she nodded and moved to get her own horse ready. "I'd love that, Arthur. Thank you."

Arthur always made time for her -- for everyone, really. She knew she wasn't special. But sometimes he made her feel that way and she really appreciated it.

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"Sorry, love, haven't seen her." Spike kicked at a rock, sending it skittering over the dirt trail and bouncing off the base of the nearest tree. "You ever think it's time to give up on the ol' revenge plot on her? You've been obsessing over it for how long now?" But then again, what else did vampires really have to do? The whole immortal life thing got boring when they weren't turning to fighting or fucking to keep them from going batty.

"You could always use a Vengeance demon, but I imagine you want to do the deed yourself. Can't blame you, honestly." Turning to other demons to get a job done felt like cheating. It felt like it was a weakness, too.

"Tell you what, if you get any solid leads on the bird's whereabouts, I'll be on standby in case you need backup." Spike didn't actually care about what was going on between the two of them — he just wanted something to do that would take his mind off Dru.

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"Mm. Yes, that is very kind of you." She tilted her head, leering at him. "Although, I could have sworn you said this the last time we met. Or did you forget?"

She was teasing, although her expression didn't exactly portray that. She knew that if Spike heard Thaddea's name, he would suddenly recall the connection. He had a good head on his shoulders, despite his questionable taste in romantic interests.

She gave a dismissive wave.

"I am done with this forest for tonight. Let's find elsewhere to congregate. Mordecai will find his way back to me inevitably."