#threads;buffy

[lorettaelizabethretired]

“Listen, I get it. I’m with you, I’m down with the cause. Mortal enemies. All that. Loud and clear. I got you.”

Her head nods earnestly, totally covert in her daisy sunglasses while she waits in line for the face painting.  

“But there’s deep fried Oreos, goddammit. You couldn’t just expect me to stay home. I’m only human.”

[lorettaelizabethretired]

It would be a lie for Buffy to say that she was completely apologetic for the way she had behaved during the carnival, but there were definitely parts of it that she felt bad about. For instance -- Did she regret that she had called Wolfgang a irreparable twat? No. Did she now realize that the name calling and ass-whooping she had fully intended on doling out would have been better saved for a more ‘meet me in the parking lot’ type of setting as opposed to a charity event? Yes, absolutely.

The only apology she had in mind was for the man whose hold had stopped her from flinging her small body at Wolfgang; the man whose son she had been threatening in line for face painting. The one guy who the thought of having him be mad at her made it hard for her to sleep -- so she hovered in front of Ajax’s apartment door. 

Buffy took a long breath, chewing her lower lip and knocking on the door in a quick rhythm before she lost her nerve. She hoisted up the bottle covered by a brown paper bag to her chest, thinking maybe if he was considering her through the peephole and didn’t find her presence alone enticing enough perhaps the bottle would convince him. 

“Hey, boss?” her voice calls carefully as she steps closer to the door. “It’s me. Open up?”

@waywcrdsons