Meal Choices
Buffy the Vampire Slayer Dialoguefic
Summary: faster to read
Word Count: 20
“I...Xander, really. Are you having breakfast for dinner?”
“We’ve been over this before, several times. French toast sticks are eternal.”
“I...Xander, really. Are you having breakfast for dinner?”
“We’ve been over this before, several times. French toast sticks are eternal.”
( Chapter 380: Beginning of a Crimson Story )
“You know, this situation feels familiar.”
“Now we’re even.”
“Buff, that’s not how friendship works.”
“I have a weird feeling about your new neighbor,” Xander announces loudly, glancing over at where the man is barely visible, hammering again. Ignoring, as per usual, Buffy’s frantic ‘keep it down’ motions.
“You’re lucky he’s so loud he didn’t hear you,” she stage whispers as close to his ear as she can manage and still be audible.
“If good fences make good neighbors, what do bad fences make?” It’s...a kind of dark riddle, honestly.
( Chapter 378: Cygnus X-1 )
( Chapter 377: Staring In The Dark )
Buffy nearly attacks when someone silently joins her, only for her instincts to pull her punch at the last second, and it’s a good thing she listens, because it’s Xander. “You know, you don’t have to be here.”
He grins goofily and shrugs. “Just because you have this great destiny doesn’t mean you have to be alone all the time.”
“Anya’s been sending me postcards.”
“From her travels?”
“At first, yeah. Over the past year they’ve all been coming from the same place. I don’t think she realizes postcards are more of a vacation buying item like souvenirs, but it’s sweet and I don’t have the heart to tell her.”
( Chapter 375: 21st Century Schizoid Freak )
Andrew briefly considered buying Xander a pack of smokes and went ‘that’s not going to help’.
Main Points:( i kinda hope this isn't how it's supposed to be )
( he might be slightly distracted )
( Chapter 373: Jacob's Ladder )
It’s weird having vaguely normal conversations now, but Xander’s pushed so hard for them to just hang out that Buffy’s finally starting to get the hang of it. “So, how’s school going for you now?”
Xander actually perks up. “There’s so much material banned by the Federation for being seditious or not furthering their plot to erase individuality, particularly the history.” At a look, he fidgets in his seat. “If I concentrate on the enthusiasm, I can forget the tedium. This is all fascinating—incidentally, I’ve worked out that ‘primitive’ is exactly as rude as I’d suspected, because it’s not as if we’re much more than less technologically advanced, which hardly means much—consider the Decimas…”
“Whereas I,” Jesse interrupts in a way that Buffy has worked out suggests that what’s left of Avon has decided that what Xander is about too say is highly embarrassing, “...am extremely bored.”
“You could always snag that computer science elective,” Xander mentions contemplatively, running his thumb over his lip. He doesn’t even notice he’s doing it; Jesse and Willow, on the other hand, have. He doesn’t even flinch at the withering look Jesse sends, smiling amusedly. “It would be a challenge for you. You’ve barely worked with non-tarriel cell computers, you have none of your usual tools with you, and with the beginnings of the internet you don’t even need ORAC to perform basic computer networking functions.”
( Chapter 371: Vapor Trails )