@ghvstbld LEFT A NIGHTMARE AFTER THE TONE: ❛ don’t act like you know me . ❜ - to buffy
Squinting stare from across the room meets a gaze of chocolatey origin. Perhaps if Buffy were Cordelia Chase, she’d be making some smart-ass comments or giving him a nonchalant quick quip, but Buffy didn’t really care for that right now. There was a killer on the loose, running rampant on the streets of Woodsboro, so she wasn’t going to have some petty, angsty argument over the unknown chip on his shoulder.
❝ I didn’t ever say I did, and more importantly, I didn’t come here to fight with you on a Friday night. ❞ Buffy simply explains, defensive shields up, prepared to take on the heat of his harsh words. If she had to endure his self-pity to get a confession out of him, then so be it... But something wasn’t sitting right on the streets of North Maplewood, and she had every intention on finding out why. & if Lucas decided to dub her as rude and annoying in the process, then so be it.
❝ You know why I’m here, and I know why I’m here. So let’s cut the games, Luke. ❞














