[Buffy has been doodling over her notebook, mostly geometric shapes that she shades in or fancily written names that she has painstakingly taken the time to scribble over and make unidentifiable.
This doodling is taking place while she is sitting next to the river, still in sight of the house Buffy, Angel, and Faith are staying in. Her knees are drawn up and the journal is precariously balanced upon them. On the whole, she looks a fair bit melancholy.
She's free to be talked to, bothered, pestered, whatever. She'll make an effort to talk and smile and spite her melancholy as best she can.]
This doodling is taking place while she is sitting next to the river, still in sight of the house Buffy, Angel, and Faith are staying in. Her knees are drawn up and the journal is precariously balanced upon them. On the whole, she looks a fair bit melancholy.
She's free to be talked to, bothered, pestered, whatever. She'll make an effort to talk and smile and spite her melancholy as best she can.]
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