♐ 009 // [Voice]

[crisisrain]

[She was gone... He knew it would come to this one day; after all, this is how things were supposed to be. Instead, he felt sick, angry, and it hurt so much more than he thought it would. More than anything however, he was confused. What was he supposed to do now? Just continue on as if nothing happened? He couldn't forget her, he had promised hwe that. But losing her yet again was just heart-breaking.

He sat there on the edge of his bed, journal in hand. What do you say at times like this? He didn't want sympathy, he didn't want anyone to know he hurt. When it came to emotions he liked to keep them strictly to himself. So he laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh, more of a desperate one with no punchline to the joke. He didn't care either. When he stopped he opened the journal.]

[The following is directed to house 12 more than anything.]

I'm gonna need some time to myself for a while, so I'm leavin' the house. I'll be back soon though, take care of the garden for me.

[Filtered to Buffy | Unhackable]

I was ignorant, sorry.

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[crisisrain]

[Fine, he'll just grab a standard pan for now then.]

You really should get yerself a special crepe kit and name it after me!

[herotypical]

But then why would I need to keep you around, huh?

[crisisrain]

You wouldn't! I could go home with the safe knowledge that ya can make yer own crepes without old Raven around.

[herotypical]

...Always thinking about my well-being, you.

[ she arranges the ingredients -- lazy, almost. but her eyes are sharp and she doesn't take them off of raven. she's worried. ]

[crisisrain]

I was more worried about my legendary crepes, sorry hun.

[herotypical]

How much should I wager that you're lying?

[crisisrain]

[If I'm lying you have to give me a kiss.]

I'm too predictable today, I ain't puttin' as much effort into my lies as usual.

[herotypical]

We all get a little off our game, sometimes. [ a bare wisp of a hint towards the fact that something must be wrong.

and good luck ever getting that kiss, boyo. ]

[crisisrain]

[Maybe next valentines hahaha]

[He starts preparing the ingredients, but because I'm banned from ever cooking sweet things I do not know how crepes are made, so pretend he's doing it properly right now.]

More than often lately, it's a bit of a pain really.

[herotypical]

...Tell me about it?

[ either a sarcastic, rhetorical quip or a genuine invite to divulge. YOU DECIDE. ]

[crisisrain]

It's not a big deal, someone just got sent home.

[herotypical]

...And that's why you -- the apology.

Ah. [ she understands now, she thinks. ] I'm sorry to hear that, Raven.

[crisisrain]

I guess I kinda underestimated how it feels when people get sent back, I can't say anyone here I cared about has left before.

[herotypical]

...For what it's worth? I wish you didn't have to properly estimate it, now.

[ slowly, she lowers whatever ingredient she was goofing around with and turns to face raven more directly. ]

I miss my 170 icons

[crisisrain]

[He stops, looking towards her. WHAT'S THAT LOOK FOR BUFFY?]

sob. poor faceless raven.

[herotypical]

[ to hug or not to hug? that is the question. whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the quips and barbs of outrageous humiliation or take arms against a sea of joking stoicism and by opposing end it?

hmm. ]

/cry

[crisisrain]

I don't have somethin' on my face or anything?

[Actually, he's going to sniff his clothes.]

[herotypical]

[ buffy steps around th edge of the counter-top and approaches raven. watch out. ]

[crisisrain]

[OMG PHYSICAL CONTACT WITH A FEMALE WHAT IS THIS.]

[herotypical]

[ buffy defies all rules and logic and fate and running gags. ergo? hugging. ]

[crisisrain]

[He freezes for a moment, trying to register what the heck just happened. She's hugging him? Nobody hugs Raven ;_; so he wraps his arms around her and gives her a little squish.]

You don't have to worry about me.

[herotypical]

No one had to worry about me. Didn't stop them, though. Won't stop me.

[crisisrain]

Of course people had ta worry about you, you're much more social than me. And besides, you loved him.

[herotypical]

Shouldn't it be the other way around? The less social ones are the ones to worry about, I think.

[ not touching the l-word. not yet. ]

[crisisrain]

I like ta think I'm social, just not in the empathy sort of way.