Room 415, Saturday Afternoon

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Typical sort of Saturday, for the most part: her workout, a call to her Watcher, a shower, and some downtime, except for the part where the call had been really short and left Kennedy scowling slightly at her phone. If Kennedy didn't know better-- if she wasn't so convinced that Constance was too, well, Constance to ever freak out about anything-- she'd have sworn her Watcher was hiding out from something. From what? Well, hell if she knew, since knowing anything at all would involve getting some freaking information.

Which was so not happening ("Everything is fine, nothing to worry about" was not helpful), and if Kennedy thought something seriously bad might be going on she'd be worrying, or maybe trying to book a portal home. But there was nothing she could dig up that hinted there was cause for that kind of concern, at least from the news sources she could get to. Because, really? About the weirdest thing on the Sunnydale news websites she'd been perusing was a two-paragraph blurb about understaffing problems in the psych ward, and that seemed to have been going on for a while, so... couldn't have a thing to do with anything, right?

She turned up some music, dug around in her nightstand drawer for a book, and glanced at her laptop screen as if some new tidbit of information might have just randomly popped up all by itself while she'd been looking the other way. Nope-- the online edition of the UC Sunnydale paper was still there in her browser window, the same announcement about next week's multicultural fair in the lower right corner.

Oh, well. Reading it was; Kennedy got up long enough to prop the door open and grab the box of doughnuts she'd picked up this morning, then sprawled back out on her bed with her book. At least with a mystery novel, you knew for sure that something weird was going on.

[[establishy/time-tracky, but door and post are open and i am a horrible person. who also has errands to run so sp likely until around 4pm pacific.]]

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"Do you want to run into town?" Tara asked from the doorway. "I have a wicked Mooby fry craving."

She'd been in a good mood all week, and she still sounded cheerful. But if there was fast food with her girlfriend in her immediate future ... well, her baseline cheerfulness would kick up a notch.

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"It's almost like you read my mind," Kennedy teased, looking up from her book. "Hi. Can we get shakes and burgers to go with them? Because if we can, then I am totally on board."

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"I suppose," Tara sighed, a laugh bubbling under her tone as she pretended to sound very, very put out. "But no kid's meal, okay? A toy would just be going crazy."

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"Aw, but." Kennedy, scrambling up off the bed to find her shoes, gave Tara a sad, exaggerated pout, although there was a definite spark of mischief in her eyes. "I really wanted a little goofy plastic thing too."

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Tara started to laugh even as she leaned into kiss away that incredibly woeful pout. "Awwww," she said. "Maybe? I mean, the little stuffed animal ones ... those can be pretty hard to resist. I might need a kid's meal if it's the time of year for those."

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The pout still worked exactly the way it was meant to, then. Awesome; Kennedy reached up to wrap an arm around Tara's neck.

"I think it might be? Only one way to find out, though." Trying to kiss her girlfriend and put her shoes on at the same time was tricky, but damn if she wasn't trying it. "You're still in the best mood ever, huh?"

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"... a little, yeah," Tara admitted, and (after a very nice kiss) pulled back so Kennedy could finish getting her shoes on. "I'm not getting annoying with it, am I?"

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"Nah. It's adorable," Kennedy replied promptly. "I love seeing you this happy."

Both feet crammed into her shoes, she knelt to lace them up, grinning up at Tara. "Totally worth getting kinda grilled, by the way."

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Tara groaned. "She was having fun," she defended, albeit meekly. "I mean ... I don't think she ever thought she'd meet somebody I was seeing, you know? So she was trying to get it all out at once. It wasn't that bad."

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Kennedy laughed as she hopped to her feet again, reaching out to playfully put a finger against Tara's lips. "Hey, hey, chill, babe. I wasn't complaining. Hell, it was kind of awesome, actually. And I really, really like her."

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"I'm so glad," Tara said, reaching up to interlace her fingers with Kennedy's. "I mean ... I know she lives really far from here, and ... everything."

Like, graduation was less than two months away, and who knew what would happen then. That kind of everything.

"But I was hoping you'd like her. I'm glad she came with Raven I was worried she'd, y'know, freak about the demon thing there."

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Yeah, that kind of everything. The still-not-fun-to-think-about everything.

"All that stuff I said wasn't just to make an impression, y'know." Kennedy squeezed her hand lightly. "Your mom is awesome, and I think she actually likes me, and she was okay with the demon thing, huh? See above re: awesome."

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"She liked you," Tara agreed, beaming. "Of course she liked you. Come on, who wouldn't?"

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Wesley had been wanting to catch up with Kennedy and see how her conversation with Cordelia had gone, so when he saw that her door was open, he was all for coming and bothering her. Sorry, Kennedy.

"Hello," he said, poking his head inside. "Oh. Reading, are we?"

So she cracked books. Check that out.

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And of her own free will sometimes, even. Try not to faint, Wes.

"Yo, Wes," Kennedy called, waving a half-eaten doughnut in his general direction. (It was half a greeting, half a not very well thought out invitation to come have one.) "Nice friends you have out in L.A., huh?"

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"I take it you met Cordelia, then," he said, smiling as he made his way into the room. But yeah, he was going to go ahead and pass on that doughnut, as... appetizing as it looked. "I thought the two of you might get along."

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"For a given value of getting along," Kennedy said wryly. Oh, hey. More sugar-coated goodness for her, then! Then, slightly more seriously: "She's actually pretty cool. I think she's partly convinced I'm warped in the head, but that's half the people I've met anyway, so. No big."

After another bite of doughnut, and a moment's thought, she added, "She said I should come check out the situation in L.A. eventually." Eventually was not that far away, but keeping it vague was nice.

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Huh. Well, that was... a thing.

"What, to work with her and Angel?" he asked, smirking. Then he considered it and shrugged. "I suppose that wouldn't be a terrible idea. Although you might find Angel a bit... breviloquent."

Good luck knowing that word, Kennedy.

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Kennedy gave him the very well practiced look of I have no idea what you just said so I'm going to blow off that entire sentence.

"It's an option, right?" she asked, shrugging. "Which, by the way, I'll give. You were right about the soul thing, so, uh, sorry."

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Wesley smirked, entirely too smug to hear anything other than "you were right." He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Understandable," he said, reeking of smugness. "I'm sure your Watcher was told not to mention it to you."

Still smug. And now condescending, too!

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"Probably. Or pretty much anything else these days," Kennedy grumbled, switching right on over into full-on-sulk mode. "I swear they make all of you major in How to Be a Pain in the Ass, don't they?"

She was going to have to open the window to get the smug out later, Wes. GEEZ.

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Wesley waved a hand in concession. "Essentially," he said, smirking. "Why? What's the latest grievance?"

Hellmouth stuff, probably. He sort of loved Hellmouth stuff. Even if the latest he'd heard from his own Hellmouth was that apparently there was some sort of robot zombie.

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"The latest grievance is not telling me a goddamn thing about anything," Kennedy groused, total bitchface mode in effect. "I think she's enjoying it, too."

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"Very possible," Wesley admitted. "Withholding information is a very common practice among Watchers." Yeah, like Kennedy didn't know that better than anyone.

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"Like I said." Kennedy shook a finger halfheartedly at him. "Pain in the ass. What is it with you guys and that, anyway?"

Other than Constance having a perfectly valid reason to worry that her crazy Potential might try to drop everything and drag her friends through a portal to Sunnydale to help if she knew, and given the current roster of the Scooby Gang that would be a really bad idea, wouldn't it?