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You're My Only Shining Star
Who: Buffy Summers, Melaka Fray, Azusa Miura
What: Azusa wants to have dinner, Buffy wants a girl's night, and Melaka is going on a mission...
When: March 20th
Where: Azusa's apartment
Summary: Azusa's made dinner. Eat up?
Rating: PG, most likely
She didn't feel pressure, but that didn't mean she didn't try, either. Ever since she went on the mission, Azusa had wanted to have dinner with Melaka's other good friend. She had heard her name several times before; Melaka had mentioned Buffy, but Azusa had only spoken to her once. That's why she took it upon herself to be welcoming and get to know Buffy more.
The idol spent that afternoon cooking. Something ancient, something Melaka had never tried before. That meant no salads or sandwiches, so Azusa decided to take a different route. Traditional miso soup was a must, and so was pickled vegetables. It took her a while to prepare, but soon she was bringing those, rice, and hamburg steak back to her room and arranging the table. She was sure Melaka and Buffy would arrive soon; it was almost time.
What: Azusa wants to have dinner, Buffy wants a girl's night, and Melaka is going on a mission...
When: March 20th
Where: Azusa's apartment
Summary: Azusa's made dinner. Eat up?
Rating: PG, most likely
She didn't feel pressure, but that didn't mean she didn't try, either. Ever since she went on the mission, Azusa had wanted to have dinner with Melaka's other good friend. She had heard her name several times before; Melaka had mentioned Buffy, but Azusa had only spoken to her once. That's why she took it upon herself to be welcoming and get to know Buffy more.
The idol spent that afternoon cooking. Something ancient, something Melaka had never tried before. That meant no salads or sandwiches, so Azusa decided to take a different route. Traditional miso soup was a must, and so was pickled vegetables. It took her a while to prepare, but soon she was bringing those, rice, and hamburg steak back to her room and arranging the table. She was sure Melaka and Buffy would arrive soon; it was almost time.
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Buffy tapped out her entrance on the door with the toe of her boot. Her hands were too busy keeping an armful of drink options from clattering and smashing to the floor. She had a case of beer for the other two and a slim bottle of bubbly wine for herself. Something mild; something that wouldn't bring on the dreaded Summers-booze-face.
The older Slayer hugged these things to her chest and hoped she had the right apartment. Right next to Mel's -- she knew that much. But anxiety still settled in.
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