(I'm doing early Anya personality more than the later Anya. Think season four)
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Anya fidgeted on her side of the booth, before leaning across the table towards Willow and speaking in a low voice, "I don't like being a werewolf."
"Anya." Willow reprimanded, giving the older demon a look. Anya rolled her eyes and fidgeted some more looking irratated, "It's like in there, and it's all..." Anya rolled her shoulders and failed to come up with a word to properly describe the sensation of having a beast inside you. Willow reached across the table and patted Anya's hand, a hand that was jerked away almost immediatly, Anya pinned a glare on Willow.
Willow stifled a giggle and leaned across the table, Anya did the same so they were barely an inch apart, "I know it's uncomfy. Remember that time when I had to..." Willow cut off as she saw felt Richard enter the Cafe, and said quickly to Anya, "Act like a battered wife. Not to much, though. Remember your shy." Willow painted a mask over her own face, one that showed true devotion towards her "cousin" and gratitude for the man walking towards thier table at the moment.
Willow stood up to greet Richard a smile on her face...
"Oooh. Is he your orgasm friend? Cause if not..."
And the Anya we all know and love just had to rear her ugly head. Willow watched as a blush rose up over Richards face as she turned to look at Anya who had the uncanny ability to leer and look abashed at the same time.
Richard cleared his throat in the silence that followed and looked to Willow, "I thought she was shy."
"She usually is, but it's like a gene. The people in our family just speak before we think." Please believe that. Please believe that.
He bought it. He'd heard her blurt out things more than once since he'd met her.
Richard cleared his throat again and motioned behind him, "Theres a private room back there. So we can discuss this. In private." His blush darkened just a shade as he said those words, as he thougt of the double meaning in those words. He shook it off, "Anyway. Back here." And with that he turned away, and started walking for a door.
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"I didn't think you'd be here Willow." Richard commented taking a seat in the soundproof room, and motioning for them to do the same.
"Yeah well," Willow replied with a good natured shrug, "Someones gotta keep an eye on Anya. Otherwise she'd have to waste all the time explaining why she needed bail. It's easier to just be there, and state that you had no part in it." Willow didn't turn to meet the glare she knew Anya was instilling in her.
With not much more ado than that, Richard turned to the interview portion of the meeting. Which despite her discomfort at having a wolf beast in her body and her anger at Willow, Anya played her part like a pro. And managed to mske Richard blush a few more times.
Finally about an hour later Richard had accepted Anya into the Thronos Rokke Clan.
"We're going to go out to celebrate. Anya's arrival into town and her finally leaving that loser. You wanna come?" Willow asked. It was all part of the plan. Take thier commradery to a deeper level, allowing him to see into thier personal lives. Which would hopefully open him up and yank a wish out from between his lips.
"I don't think so." Richard replied after a beat. He looked apoligetic as he said this. Him saying no was not acceptable though.
"Please?"
"Sorry, I'm not in a celebraty mood."
"Thanks." Anya put in indignantly, as if that was a direct barb towards her arrival in town.
"I'll just bring you down. It'll end up a moping thing." His resolve was weakening, probably a result of the puppy dog pouts they were directing at him.
"Not if we get you all liquored up. That'll make you happy." Anya replied as they walked out the door and back into the main room of the Lunatic Cafe, latching onto one of his arms while Willow commandeered the other.
"Please?" Willow begged from his shoulder where her head was level with, she turned her face upward and batted her eyelashes, jutting her lower lip out further.
"Fine." Richard Zeeman conceeded, rolling his eyes, and Willow clapped hr hands excitedly, still keeping his arm latched with hers, as they left the building and headed for their cars.
"That was..." The blonde werewolf known as Jason Schuyler trailed off watching the threesome depart. He was standing near the counter holding a bag of take out, when his Ulfric had left the backroom, with two very pretty women on his arms, and none of them had even noticed him. Richard usually noticed him to yell at him at least. "Weird." He finished, leaving the cafe and heading back to the Circus to deliver the food, and the news of what he had just seen to Jean Claude.
Jean Claude did love his gossip, after all. And the only news about Richard lately was he moped alot, though he was no longer agressively suicidal.
This would probably end up being something big. When it came to that group that he asociated with one woman, Anita Blake, things like this that seem mostly inconsequential usually ended up very consequential.
But the usually resolved themselves within a few days. So by next Saturday things should be back to normal, if the past routine was anything to rely on.
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Hey new chapter. You ask I give. I would like to place a request for more reviews. Jean Claude and Anita will most likely start off the next chapter, which will also include the trio's celebration,
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Anya fidgeted on her side of the booth, before leaning across the table towards Willow and speaking in a low voice, "I don't like being a werewolf."
"Anya." Willow reprimanded, giving the older demon a look. Anya rolled her eyes and fidgeted some more looking irratated, "It's like in there, and it's all..." Anya rolled her shoulders and failed to come up with a word to properly describe the sensation of having a beast inside you. Willow reached across the table and patted Anya's hand, a hand that was jerked away almost immediatly, Anya pinned a glare on Willow.
Willow stifled a giggle and leaned across the table, Anya did the same so they were barely an inch apart, "I know it's uncomfy. Remember that time when I had to..." Willow cut off as she saw felt Richard enter the Cafe, and said quickly to Anya, "Act like a battered wife. Not to much, though. Remember your shy." Willow painted a mask over her own face, one that showed true devotion towards her "cousin" and gratitude for the man walking towards thier table at the moment.
Willow stood up to greet Richard a smile on her face...
"Oooh. Is he your orgasm friend? Cause if not..."
And the Anya we all know and love just had to rear her ugly head. Willow watched as a blush rose up over Richards face as she turned to look at Anya who had the uncanny ability to leer and look abashed at the same time.
Richard cleared his throat in the silence that followed and looked to Willow, "I thought she was shy."
"She usually is, but it's like a gene. The people in our family just speak before we think." Please believe that. Please believe that.
He bought it. He'd heard her blurt out things more than once since he'd met her.
Richard cleared his throat again and motioned behind him, "Theres a private room back there. So we can discuss this. In private." His blush darkened just a shade as he said those words, as he thougt of the double meaning in those words. He shook it off, "Anyway. Back here." And with that he turned away, and started walking for a door.
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"I didn't think you'd be here Willow." Richard commented taking a seat in the soundproof room, and motioning for them to do the same.
"Yeah well," Willow replied with a good natured shrug, "Someones gotta keep an eye on Anya. Otherwise she'd have to waste all the time explaining why she needed bail. It's easier to just be there, and state that you had no part in it." Willow didn't turn to meet the glare she knew Anya was instilling in her.
With not much more ado than that, Richard turned to the interview portion of the meeting. Which despite her discomfort at having a wolf beast in her body and her anger at Willow, Anya played her part like a pro. And managed to mske Richard blush a few more times.
Finally about an hour later Richard had accepted Anya into the Thronos Rokke Clan.
"We're going to go out to celebrate. Anya's arrival into town and her finally leaving that loser. You wanna come?" Willow asked. It was all part of the plan. Take thier commradery to a deeper level, allowing him to see into thier personal lives. Which would hopefully open him up and yank a wish out from between his lips.
"I don't think so." Richard replied after a beat. He looked apoligetic as he said this. Him saying no was not acceptable though.
"Please?"
"Sorry, I'm not in a celebraty mood."
"Thanks." Anya put in indignantly, as if that was a direct barb towards her arrival in town.
"I'll just bring you down. It'll end up a moping thing." His resolve was weakening, probably a result of the puppy dog pouts they were directing at him.
"Not if we get you all liquored up. That'll make you happy." Anya replied as they walked out the door and back into the main room of the Lunatic Cafe, latching onto one of his arms while Willow commandeered the other.
"Please?" Willow begged from his shoulder where her head was level with, she turned her face upward and batted her eyelashes, jutting her lower lip out further.
"Fine." Richard Zeeman conceeded, rolling his eyes, and Willow clapped hr hands excitedly, still keeping his arm latched with hers, as they left the building and headed for their cars.
"That was..." The blonde werewolf known as Jason Schuyler trailed off watching the threesome depart. He was standing near the counter holding a bag of take out, when his Ulfric had left the backroom, with two very pretty women on his arms, and none of them had even noticed him. Richard usually noticed him to yell at him at least. "Weird." He finished, leaving the cafe and heading back to the Circus to deliver the food, and the news of what he had just seen to Jean Claude.
Jean Claude did love his gossip, after all. And the only news about Richard lately was he moped alot, though he was no longer agressively suicidal.
This would probably end up being something big. When it came to that group that he asociated with one woman, Anita Blake, things like this that seem mostly inconsequential usually ended up very consequential.
But the usually resolved themselves within a few days. So by next Saturday things should be back to normal, if the past routine was anything to rely on.
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Hey new chapter. You ask I give. I would like to place a request for more reviews. Jean Claude and Anita will most likely start off the next chapter, which will also include the trio's celebration,