Fred Burkle (girlinacave) wrote in reality_crisis, @ 2012-03-04 22:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, spike, winifred burkle |
Yet met old friends (Spike)
Fred wasn't sure what to think about Sam and whatever he was going to do with John. She had this feeling that something was happening that could be...She honestly had no idea, but the kiss on the forehead had been a little thrill that was a little bothersome. Why had he kissed her? It wasn't a major kiss, but it was still a strange way to say good bye.
No one had to worry about the brainy Texan going into the forest, especially at night; she was careful not to go in because she didn't know if she wanted to be cursed. Actually, she was rather certain she didn't want to be cursed. She didn't even want to think about what her curse would be; it was bad enough she was still working out what she should write for a demon who was holding information, all of it, hostage. Shouldn't they be working on another way of handling the situation?
So, with her mind on so many things, she stuck to walking the perimeter of the camp. She was paying a little bit of attention to the world around her, but Fred was more intent on answering those nagging questions.