Having had all the time in the world, for once, Buffy's pictured this reunion a hundred times over. Each scenario different than the one before, but each one just as good as the last.
So it's no wonder when she feels him, she spins around as fast and as eager as she can. Still managing to maintain some semblance of gracefulness in doing so.
Oh, but hearing him and seeing him standing there in the flesh, is so much better than anything she imagined. And boy has she imagined him thoroughly. Her heart skips a beat when she takes him in. Her feet already moving her closer to him on instinct as she pockets the stake back into the tiny backpack behind her.
Buffy's mouth opens to say hi─ but her warm, happy greeting gets cut short by his odd one. Okay. Not what she was expecting him to say. Still! He doesn't look offended that she decided to─ "Surprise?" ─him. Her arms extend upward, fingers dancing through the air in a showy display of theatrics. All the while walking closer to him, until she's able to lower her arms just a smidge to wrap around his neck. Her front pressed to his, face inches a part as she balances herself on tippy toes.
"Dad had work to deal with, so instead of staying cooped up at his place for another week by myself, I thought I'd come home early and surprise you." Her smile falters, easing its way into a pout when the thought occurs to her that maybe he isn't as happy to see her (for whatever reason) as she is to see him. Which she knows is ridiculous seeing as he's still smiling at her. But still. "That's a good thing. Means I get to spend more time with my favorite guy..." A beat, "Not that I like any other guy, 'cos I don't. I just like you." She beams, fingernails lightly raking down the nape of his neck before brushing her nose against his.
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So it's no wonder when she feels him, she spins around as fast and as eager as she can. Still managing to maintain some semblance of gracefulness in doing so.
Oh, but hearing him and seeing him standing there in the flesh, is so much better than anything she imagined. And boy has she imagined him thoroughly. Her heart skips a beat when she takes him in. Her feet already moving her closer to him on instinct as she pockets the stake back into the tiny backpack behind her.
Buffy's mouth opens to say hi─ but her warm, happy greeting gets cut short by his odd one. Okay. Not what she was expecting him to say. Still! He doesn't look offended that she decided to─ "Surprise?" ─him. Her arms extend upward, fingers dancing through the air in a showy display of theatrics. All the while walking closer to him, until she's able to lower her arms just a smidge to wrap around his neck. Her front pressed to his, face inches a part as she balances herself on tippy toes.
"Dad had work to deal with, so instead of staying cooped up at his place for another week by myself, I thought I'd come home early and surprise you." Her smile falters, easing its way into a pout when the thought occurs to her that maybe he isn't as happy to see her (for whatever reason) as she is to see him. Which she knows is ridiculous seeing as he's still smiling at her. But still. "That's a good thing. Means I get to spend more time with my favorite guy..." A beat, "Not that I like any other guy, 'cos I don't. I just like you." She beams, fingernails lightly raking down the nape of his neck before brushing her nose against his.