#homecraphome

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Home, Crap Home || Xander & Faith

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                    The drive into town is relatively silent - that is to say, Faith is relatively silent. Eyes on the road, hands at ten and two. Xander, on the other hand, has taken it upon himself to chatter the entire four hours and change it takes to make the trip from Missouri-side KC to Lebanon. Chatter, chatter, chatter with nothing to chatter about.

    It's only when they turn off the highway, that familiar stretch of dirt that ends in home, that Faith pipes up, "Four hours of talkin', didn't say a damn thing - that's gotta be a record, or something. Listen up, you best put a cork in it before we get there ‘cause this ain’t no little Scooby party. These guys are the real deal. Big dogs. Pull that jibba-jabba crap around Dean Winchester, man. See what it gets you."

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#cheeseburger #time #homecraphome 🤣 (at John F. Kennedy International Airport)

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Home, Crap, Home || Buffy & Faith

                 It didn't take much doing, getting past the landlady with a new girl in tow. She didn't seem to be paying much attention to the tenants now that her own son was on leave, every moment of family time being precious and all. "Ric?" Faith pushed through the whitewashed front door and dropped the keys in a chipped Marriott ashtray by the entrance. No answer from tall dark and probably sleeping so she turned her attention back to their guest, "Here it is. Home, crap, home."

         She took one of the bags from Buffy and lead the way to the adjoined kitchen to put away her pilfered groceries, "You better take that jacket off. It's an actual oven in here, fan's broken."