A groan is her first response, drawn out in its drama.
"I spy with my little eye a slayer who'd rather go be a zombie buffet?" It seems Angel's not the only antsy one, though the source of Faith's discomfort is slightly different. Overall, this is Angel's call.
As she passes the closet however, Faith dips into it to produce a pack of cards. She's still pretty much the wardrobes' buttmonkey, but lately Faith suffers a little less. A ha, she even manages to pull out an actual deck of playing cards upon wishing. It's with the glimmer of a smug smirk that Faith makes her way back to the Angelus cage, and sits close, folding her legs atop one another before she shuffles them against the floor.
"What's the longest these things have lasted, anyway?" The flutter of cards slaps against tile, but Faith watches Angel-- you play a lot of board games in prison, man. A girl's gotta pick some cool skills up.
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"I spy with my little eye a slayer who'd rather go be a zombie buffet?" It seems Angel's not the only antsy one, though the source of Faith's discomfort is slightly different. Overall, this is Angel's call.
As she passes the closet however, Faith dips into it to produce a pack of cards. She's still pretty much the wardrobes' buttmonkey, but lately Faith suffers a little less. A ha, she even manages to pull out an actual deck of playing cards upon wishing. It's with the glimmer of a smug smirk that Faith makes her way back to the Angelus cage, and sits close, folding her legs atop one another before she shuffles them against the floor.
"What's the longest these things have lasted, anyway?" The flutter of cards slaps against tile, but Faith watches Angel-- you play a lot of board games in prison, man. A girl's gotta pick some cool skills up.