selfishbastard ; ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛɪɴᴇ & ʙᴜꜰꜰʏ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀꜱ.
"were you really spying on me?" hands on her hips, buffy is aware how silly she must look, a wooden stake in her hand and 5′3″ just looking accusingly to the man before her. “you know it’s kind of creepy. specially if you are wearing a trenchcoat.” not that she is gonna be self aware and mention that she was never bothered by it when angel did it. this isn’t about her. “thanks for the help but the way.” sarcasm as she motions behind her, to the particulars of dust around from the vampire she just killed.







