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[bigbad]

[Shortly after Spike does ~SOMETHING SECRETIVE~ with Lan, he decides it's been way too long since he talked to Buffy. It's been.... several days. Which is way too many, by his reckoning. So he calls her up.

He can't help but sound pleased when she picks up. It's been a pretty good day. Sort of.]

Hello, love. How's Chicago?

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[slay]

He's Wynn's great-great-great-great-to the whatever power grandson. Wynn's got the blood of the dragon, ergo ... How's he doing, anyway?

[bigbad]

Wynn? All right. Not as mad as I'd feared. We'll fill you in when you get here.

[slay]

Fred. [ she corrects. sorry time to talk about boys with buffy again. she's the best at ruining phone sex. ]

[bigbad]

[Oh this is the opposite of sexy.]

Uh, all right. We haven't chatted much. [Or at all, since Spike got back.]

[slay]

Right, busy with the getting promoted and all.

[bigbad]

Yeah. And meeting Wynn and everything. [A beat.] There's a party for Francesca in a few days. You should come.

[slay]

Well, far be it from me to turn down a party invite. ... Yeah. Yeah, okay. I'll be there.

[bigbad]

Good. [He probably should tell her Fred will probably be there, but he conveniently... doesn't. Spike will be there, though!] Wouldn't be nearly as fun without you.

[slay]

You know, I'm really starting to wonder about people who equate Buffy and fun. Usually the only fun I bring is the violent, monstery kind. I'm like a big magnet.

[bigbad]

I like violent, monstery fun. [...though that's probably not what she's looking to hear.] Plus, we've had fun without monsters.

[slay]

Yeah? Like when?

[bigbad]

Well, now, for one.

[slay]

Picking now is cheating.

[bigbad]

How about when I kicked your ass at Mario Kart?

[slay]

You didn't kick my ass. That's -- That is a radical interpretation of the text.

[bigbad]

Now who's creatively interpreting things?

[slay]

You! Still! The big liar-face who apparently makes a big habit of it! [ huff. }

[bigbad]

You just can't accept how truly badass I am.

[slay]

[ a very ladylike snort. ] You. Badass. And was this a new development in the past week?

[bigbad]

Hey. Besides my very unbadass headaches, I do all right.

[slay]

[ a reluctant hum, then agreement. ]

I guess you're not so bad.

[bigbad]

[That gets another one of those doofy smiles he's glad no one can see.]

You're pretty badass yourself. [A beat.] But not at Mario Kart.

[slay]

Oh, whatever. Who wants to play a game about driving, anyway?

[bigbad]

Want a rematch when you get back?

[slay]

You're on. [ she doesn't even pause to think about it because her WHATEVER IT'S SO LAME is only about 50% her having no interest in driving and 50% her sore loserness. ]