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[kskitten]

Just saw Episode III

I liked it! Even Hayden Christensen (you were right, Steffi!)

But most importantly: It didn't suck. That really makes me happy. I am glad George was able to redeem himself. If only a bit.

selenak wrote a great evaluation. Words I am too tired to find, but I agree to what she says.

Comments

geesh

[nerdy2.livejournal.com]

okay, of course I had to go and read selenak's evaluation. hmpf, even without having seen the movie... well, stupid ol me.
Have a great rest-birthday and I love ya bunches, your little one.

[kskitten.livejournal.com]

Should I have put a warning of spoiler-y content on it? Sorry, me bad.

[monanotlisa.livejournal.com]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR KSKITTEN--

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!! May you remain as gorgeous, sweet, and spiffy as you are!

Just under the wire; am still at the office. Phew!

First, I made this and then thought, hmm, not enough.



Like this?



& :-)

[kskitten.livejournal.com]

Mmmmh, yummy. And: wow, the cool! Thanks for making me icons, I really love them! And it's such a nice prezzie!

Soundingsea did have the other ep online as well, I'll send them both out today!

::hugs:: and thanks for the birthday wishes!

[monanotlisa.livejournal.com]

You're the greatest! To my parents' address, right? Cool.

Hope you had a good birthday.

Now, as you've been the bestest friend ever, I'd like to give you a birthday drabble:

give me two characters, a situation, and something you do NOT want to see in the drabble.

& :-)

[kskitten.livejournal.com]

Really? For me?
Okay: Give me Faith/Buffy, a trip to Barcelona and no angst. ::squee::

My birthday was really nice, I got a new haircut and went shopping with my best friend! What more can a girl ask for?

[monanotlisa.livejournal.com]

Not a drabble, but if I haven't shared this with you already...


***

Faith staggers into the room
She hurls her stakes into a corner (clunk) and lets herself fall to the ground (thump).
Faith: “Christ, B.—never thought I would be so happy to see this ugly-ass wallpaper again.”
Behind her, Buffy closes the door, slumps against it.
With an exaggerated motion, she turns her head and peruses their surroundings with a critical eye.
Buffy: “You know, I was never aware of your keen sense of interior design before.”
From her prone position, Faith pouts
Faith: “You never believe in my dozens of skills, dahhling.”
With a wince, she rolls onto her back.
Faith: “Also, have I mentioned…”
Buffy lifts an eyebrow.
Faith: “…OUCH!”
Buffy turns away and unpacks, rolling her eyes.
Buffy: “Big baby. You look alright. Bit disheveled…but when do we ever look sheveled after Slaying--”
Faith: “Hey! I never look alright, ‘kay? dramatic pause I always look good, baby.”
Buffy hides a grin and busies herself with a suitcase under the bed.
Faith: “Okay, gonna hit the shower.”
She disappears in the bathroom; instantly, the sound of dropped clothes and running water can be heard.

***

[monanotlisa.livejournal.com]

Faith steps out of the shower. Hair dripping wet, she hobbles over to the towel rack and hastily wraps one around her head. She winces.
Looking into the mirror, she sees a wide line of liquid red running down her white skin: blood stemming from a long, gaping gash on her shoulder: not very wide but obviously deep.
Faith: “Oh, fuck.”
Buffy: outside “Hey, something wrong?”
Faith: “Five by five!”
She grabs the second one of the three towels and, grimacing, the blood dropping down, tries to wrap it around her chest—to no avail. With a sigh, she settles for her hips.
Buffy: through the door “You sound disgruntled. Even more so, I mean. That sore?”
Faith: softly Bitch. louder “Sore’s not exactly the word I’d use, really. Bring me the first aid kit, willya, B.?”
rustle and rumble, then the door opens a bit. Impatiently, Faith pushes the door open and tries to grab the kit.
Buffy: “Hey, easy, tigress. Let me hand it to—oh.”
Her gaze flits over Faith’s chest area but is then captured by the gaping wound. Faith follows her line of sight and grimaces. Faith: “Big baby, my ass.”
Buffy looks chagrined for a moment, then squares her shoulders.
Buffy: “Okay, that is painful. Faith-- stop, you’re just hurting yourself…more! I’ll help you.”
Faith groans but lets her arms drop.
Buffy opens the kit and takes out wound bracket stickers.
Buffy: “We have to close the wound first; Slayer healing should kick in once it’s not so…gaping, I guess.”
Faith: “A regular Florence Nightingale, you are.”
A smile flits over Buffy’s face.
Buffy: Well, if there’s one thing I can do by now…
With quick but gentle hands, and without regard for the blood staining her fingers, she tapes the wound closed. She dabs at it with alcohol, then.
Faith: “Hey!”
Buffy: “Again with the complaints, Faith. Where’s the big strong girl I know?”
Faith can’t help but grin.
Faith: “Standing right here, baby.”
She bats her eyelashes and gives Buffy a sassy look.
Buffy snickers softly, but she quickly lets her gaze drop again--
right onto Faith’s chest to her hardened brown nipples.
Buffy: blinks and swallows “Uh, yeah. We’re about finished.”
She looks away quickly.
Faith: playful “Oh, come on, we were just getting started now!”
She leans closer, daring Buffy to retreat.
Buffy does make an involuntary step back but then stops.
Buffy: defiantly, blurting out “God, Faith, will you put something on, now?”
Faith: “What, feel the sudden need to have my boobs covered?”
Buffy: “Now that we’re done-- of course!”
Faith: “Yeah, yeah, says you-- now; a minute ago, you were ogling them just fine.”
Buffy is visibly taken aback, she stares at Faith with wide eyes.
Buffy: “WHAT? I was not—there was no ogling whatsoever!”
Faith: “Oh, please. Don’t gimme that Look of Innocent Outrage. You done it plenty of times, giving me those big doe eyes and all.”
Buffy halts, then frowns. Slowly, anger is creeping into her expression.
Buffy: “Faith, you are crazy-- pathetically so!”
Faith: “Right. Lemme speak Valley Girl for you, B.: WHATEVAH.
She advances slowly, eyes fierce.
Faith: “‘Ohh, Faith, you are so cool!’ ‘Ohh, Faith, let me bat my eyelashes at you and giggle like a girl meeting Johnny Depp!’ ‘Ohh, Faith, of course I’ll follow you like a puppy when you draw fucking hearts on windows!’”
Buffy is incredulous at first but then crosses her arms and holds Faith’s stare.
Buffy: “Sorry to rain on your pride parade, but thinking you’re fun and more games than Six Flags? Does not mean I’m, like, on fire for you!”
Faith: “Right, yeah, speaking of that—what’s with the blushing back when you came into the bathroom and saw my upper frontal?”
Buffy: “Come on! It was hot in there!”
Faith: sing-songs “Oh, you bet it was...”
Buffy: “God, Faith, you are so deluded—steam! Rise in temperature! Perfectly normal, scientifically proven reasons!”
Faith: “Temperature, huh?”
Buffy: “Exactly!”
Faith: “So that was the reason for your nipples perking up under that flimsy shirt here, hm? So cold here in the main room…”
Buffy’s gaze follows Faith meaningful nod to the radiator. It’s cranked up on full heat.