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[Cloud's outside, doing what he does best. Brooding.

He'll be out and around town after brooding in the hammock in front of House 50 for a while. Stop at your own risk.]

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[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

Hm.

[herotypical]

[So this was clearly almost a productive as talking to a vending machine. At least the machine would be able to give her yummy yummy snacks.]

I know a guy you'd get on famously with. The two of you could just sit in a room and brood at each other. It'd be fab, I'm sure.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

I could just stay in my hammock and do that.

[herotypical]

Touche.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[He glances over at her again, although the question is asked with a tone of the curious rather than the annoyed.] Are you bored?

[herotypical]

[Buffy considers the question,, and then nods with a small smile.]

Bored? You betcha. Bored, and loving it.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[Well, Cloud can kind of understand that particular feeling, so he just hums his assent.]

[herotypical]

Home was very monster-of-the-weekish. Here, it's more experiment-of-the-monthish. Maybe it's the uberpathetic to admit it, but I really prefer the latter.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

You won't. Give it a few months.

[herotypical]

So I've been promised before.

Is it more than a little sad that I'm actually looking forward to my preference changing? I mean, it's not like I enjoy enjoying a crazy bizarro land.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[Looking over at her again. She's like a female Zack.]

You can't possibly be enjoying this conversation.

[herotypical]

Maybe I'd never use the word enjoy, but I have a whole section on my resume devoted to my experience in talking to the laconic types.

[There's a slightly sardonic smile.] And believe me, I wish I was fibbing about that.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

So you're actually that bored.

[herotypical]

What does that make you? Equally as bored?

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

I wasn't bored in the first place.

[herotypical]

So, what were you?

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

Thinking. Quietly. To myself.

[herotypical]

You looked like Hamlet, minus the skull. Do you know that? It looked like someone was driving a rail-road spike through your mental foot. That's not thinking, that's mulling. Two very different '-ings'.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

Then I was mulling quietly to myself.

[herotypical]

They should give you an award for your top-quality mulling, then.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[Not to be blatantly rude or anything-] Why are you still talking to me?

[herotypical]

[She'll take it as such, though.]

Standoffish, much? Don't worry--I'll leave you to your mulling.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[Fail, Cloud, fail.]

[herotypical]

[Although she huffs off now, she doesn't write the blond brooder off entirely. After all, she survived all of Angel's broodathons.]