[ Giles emerges from the other room, hands slung in the pockets of his jeans, tattoo blatantly visible on his arm. He's only just changed, having spent the past twenty minutes slowly realizing how much he hated his outfit.
He's been realizing a lot of things.
When he stops in the doorway and grins at her, something in his posture and expression is subtly undeniably wrong. ]
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He's been realizing a lot of things.
When he stops in the doorway and grins at her, something in his posture and expression is subtly undeniably wrong. ]
Brilliant, I was hoping I'd have company.
[ His accent's changed. ]