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❖ 017 // [Voice]

[There's an old fart standing on the roof of house #12. How he got up there, or rather, when he got up there is a complete mystery ~~he respawned there~~. In his hands he flips through the pages of the journal, looking for anything remotely interesting that he may have missed. After a while he speaks up.]

It's kinda windy today, don't ya think?

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[He pulls his ~~bright neon~~ pink shirt forward.]

I'm as manly as they come!

You're certainly something.

Hey! Just be grateful it's nothin' revealing!

Grateful?

Do ya really wanna imagine me in a swimsuit?

Depends. Bikini, or one-piece?

Wouldn't I just look darlin' in a purple bikini?

The belle of the ball, I'd bet.

I can't resist askin', what kinda swimsuit would you wear?

Is that really a question-road you want to go down?

I'm not gonna make a move on ya, somehow, ya seem to strike me as more of a sister than a lover.

Gee, I'm not sure whether I should feel flattered or insulted.

[But her snark fades to a smile and she shrugs. It's not like she considers herself to be on the dating market, anyway. Losing Kirk broke her heart.]

I'm from California...it's all sun and sand. Suit styles went in and out fashion all the time.

[Oh he meant that as a compliment! Genuine compliments are a rarity from this old man.]

Ah right, Buffy Summers, the girl who loves Summer! I'm guessin' no long sleeves and large coats fer you then?

Winter certainly caught me off guard, here. All that...snow and coldness. Didn't leave much flexibility on the wardrobe front.

But this place has two clothes shops. I'm sure ya could've found somethin' really flatterin'.

Not to say you didn't of course!

Shiki keeps me well-dressed. [Buffy is very appreciative of the young designer's artistic flare.] But I miss the variety of home. I can't go crying to her every time I feel a wicked jeans craving.

Grab some scissors and have a go at customizin' yourself then! I'm sure she could teach ya a thing or two, then ya wouldn't have ta feel bad over buggin' her!

Yeah, right. I'm having a hard enough time picking up on the barmaid skills--I don't think I'm cut out for a new trade anytime soon. I've tried mending a few combat-victim tops in the past and, honestly? It was mostly a disaster.

[She bites her bottom lip for a moment.] What about you, huh? Got any relevant domestic skills?

D... domestic skills... [He thinks seriously hard about that.] I can cook, master of crepes, but ya knew that. I've been doin' a bit of gardening but otherwise, nah I'm useless at that sorta thing. Just do it cause ya have to.

Pretty much me, too. [She nods. She can barely cook, depends on Bones for doing anything beyond rudimentary tidying, and should never be allowed close to a plumbing repair case.]

Except not even the gardening. Or the cooking. But ooh, crepes? The sugary kind with chocolate and strawb--oh, wait. That's a no on the sweet stuff, right?

[Oh he just sleeps all day and night, there's like, 6 people in the house who do the chores as it is.]

Yup crepes! Only of the only recipes I ever truely mastered~ All kinds of 'em, strawberries, chocolate, banana, you name it!

[Her voice drops with a conspiratorial tone.]

What about peanut butter?

... What's peanut butter?

Oh, no. Way, way no. [Her shock is overwhelming.] You are so in need of a schooling.

[He can't help but laugh.]

Haha, it's that golden stuff in the jar right? I've seen it in town a few times but never tried it.

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