[This morning, Buffy stepped outside and found she was wearing something very unlike her usual taste in fashion. She ran back in, got re-dressed, only to find that ten minutes later she was back in the same light pinkish purple travesty with a skirt-length that was giving her vertigo-like recollections of her highschool wardrobe.
So she hits the paths and intends to go bang on Spike's door in C2 when the forked path near House 10 catches her eye. Was that...God down there, chilling on a porch? Breaking off from her intended course and walking with stellar fierceness in those platformesque heels, Buffy chooses to investigate.
Peering:] Oh my God, Haruki? Is that you under all...that?
s-sorry about the delete'n'repost. blame chat.
So she hits the paths and intends to go bang on Spike's door in C2 when the forked path near House 10 catches her eye. Was that...God down there, chilling on a porch? Breaking off from her intended course and walking with stellar fierceness in those platformesque heels, Buffy chooses to investigate.
Peering:] Oh my God, Haruki? Is that you under all...that?