Feb 17, 2016
@nibblct liked your post for a starter call.
Buffy’s rummaging through her closet, looking for the oh say favourite top she’s planning on wearing for a date with the gang later on tonight, only it doesn’t seem to be there. See, but the funny thing about that is that she knows for a fact it was washed, dried and hung in there earlier this morning. Which could only mean one thing, “Dawn!”
With a heavy and frustrated sigh, Buffy turns around and heads for her annoying baby sister’s room, folding her arms as she stops at the open doorway and stares at her with an expression she’s seen a hundred too many times before, “Where’s my top?”
