Just as long as you promise me you're not going to paint the whole place beige or grey if I leave you to your own artistic devices. *smile*

Hey, wait a minute. You're not avoiding me, are you? Is 'I have to talk about a text' the Watcher equivalent of 'I have to wash my hair tonight'? (I'm teasing. I think.)

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What's wrong with...beige, or grey? Uhm. ::glances around guiltily::

What? Why would I want to wash my hair at Giles' place? (You're a strange man) You think I'm avoiding you?

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To quote Alicia: Booor-ing. Besides, it doesn't have to be bright pink or anything like that. There's nothing wrong with green or blue...

It's another strange Americanism. If a girl's blowing you off, she'll tell you she can't see you that night because she 'has to wash her hair'. *grin* And now you know. (My lifespan used to be directly proportional to how paranoid I was... sorry. Tell me I don't need to worry and I won't?)

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God. You're quoting Alicia now? Having her quote Cordy isn't enough? They are looking at bright neon pink color things here, Lindsey. You have to do something. How about dark blue?

You think I'm a...girl? ::Confused look:: (You'd have to tell me what you're worrying about, since I can't think of anything you *could* be worrying about that doesn't start with L and ends with h)

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Ye of little faith! Don't make me tell Cordelia that you don't trust her decorating skills, Watcher-boy. (Dark blue would be good. Would bring out your eyes.)

Well, now I think you're just being silly on purpose. (I was worried about... I'm insecure, alright?? Listen, I'm just going to take your confusion as a sign that I don't have anything to worry about and we can just skip it, okay?)

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If she uses bright neon pink with some ridiculous name, I *don't* trust her decorating skills, lawyer-chap. Just don't tell her I said that (Huh? Okay, we're going with green then)

No, I distinctly recall you comparing me with a girl. (What are you so concerned about, Lindsey? You're worrying me, what's wrong. We're most certainly *not* going to skip 'it', whatever 'it' is.)

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Nobody's going to turn Casa Brewer-Pryce into a Barbie dream home, don't you worry. Wouldn't dream of it. (*laugh*)

Oh for the love of... You want me to get explicit? Let's get explicit. Um. Behind a cut.

//Locked to Wes//

When I wait until we're alone and then pin you against the wall and start undoing your buttons and give you my very best bedroom eyes and tell you that I want you... and you take that as a sign that the dishes 'won't do themselves'? Yeah, I worry.

I swear to god, if you're stringing me along, Wes...

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It's going to be Casa Brewer-Pryce-Chase, considering the size of the house. As you can see 'Pryce' is a minority. Good, because it's not just my arse she'll kick (::Smile::)

Ex--Explicit? That sounds rather serious.

//Lindsey Only//

Oh. Uhm. God. I-I-I ::Sigh:: Dammit!

Alright, look Lindsey, we need to talk. It's just...I don't know how to tell you...this. It's not something I'm comfortable talking to you about via this medium. You deserve better.

Give me one good reason why I would want to string you along?

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That would make a certain ferret 'FrouFrou Brewer-Pryce-Chase', wouldn't it? Hoo-boy, other ferrets are gonna make so much fun of him... Oh believe me, I've taken that in account.

Not the fun kind of explicit, unfortunately.

//Wesley only//

And this? Is so very far from comforting. You might want to let me know if this is going to be an 'It's not you, it's me' kind of deal so I can brace myself, Wes.

Haven't you heard? It's all the rage. Just ask Darla and starts-with-an-L-ends-with-an-H.

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The name 'FrouFrou' alone would accomplish that. I'm starting to think other ferrets are terrified of him, though. Wonder why. You're a smart fellow, aren't you?

Oh. I sort of gathered, but one can always hope.

//Lindsey only//

*You're* uncomfortable? Trust me on this one, Lindsey. *You* have nothing to be uncomfortable about. What do you mean an 'it's not you, its me' kind of deal? Because it's definitely an 'its me' kind of thing, I'm afraid. Bloody hell, I don't even know how to tell you this.

I'm not having in depth conversations with either. In fact, I've not talked to either in quite a while.

And that still doesn't answer my question. Why are you avoiding my question?

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Maybe 'FrouFrou' translates into Killer-Beast-of-Doom or something in ferret. *grin* I like to think I catch on quick.

That part comes later. You know, if you're not in the process of doing what I think you're doing.

//Wes only//

Well, unless you're trying to tell me that you're leaving me for Angel, I think my imagination is pretty much coming up with the worst case scenarios all on its own. Can I... could I come over now, maybe? If you're around the house for a bit, I mean?

I was being ironic. And possibly self-pitying. I thought I was going to stop doing that...

Which question? The 'why would you string me along' question? Damned if I know; maybe you've got bad taste and a sick sense of humor?

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No, No I think it means 'small biscuit with cream-filling in the middle' in just about any language. Usually you do.

What on earth do you think I'm going to do for gods sake?

//Linds only//

Angel? Angel doesn't even know I exist these days. And in case you're forgotten, he's with Buffy and I'm with you. Or you're with me, for now

My girls are here, and-and I really think this should be a private conversation. How about I come over to your place? At least you can't walk out on *me* then.

Oh. Yes, you really ought to. It's not very becoming.

I thought you knew me better then that, Lindsey.

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Really? *laugh* Like an Oreo? Losing my touch, clearly.

All signs point to: Wes is breaking up with me. With the ominous 'we should talk' and the mixed signals... don't you start getting snippy on me, Watcher-boy. Can you blame me?

//Wes only//

See, now that's a relief. Damn, Wes, you could've said that about half an hour back and spared me the potential heart failure.

That works. Ignore the empty goldfish bowl, okay? Nobody's walking anywhere. I really don't know what you could possibly tell me that's going to send me running.

Yeah. I'm working on it. *smile*

Fear makes me sarcastic? (Although I am pretty dubious about your taste...)

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Oreo? Oh! Yes, like those. Clearly.

Me breaking up with you? Whatever gave you that idea? Good lord, Lindsey, and they call *me* paranoid. I am blaming your imagination, lawyer-chap. What mixed signals?

//Linds Only//

You were the one who assumed I was going to run of with Angel or some such. The very thought is so preposterous it hadn't even occurred to me.

Empty fishbowl? Never mind. You say that now. Just wait till I tell you what the...ah...problem is. You'll change your mind, I'm sure

Hm. I couldn't tell yet

Fear? You're afraid? That's... I don't know what to say to that, Lindsey. (My taste? I'm snogging on the sofa with you, what does that tell you about my taste?)

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