fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

Kennedy had Fridays completely free this semester, which meant that once she was done with training for the day she was at loose ends.

Fear.

"Yo, Watcher Junior," she called on her way through the common room to look for the remote. "What did you do, piss off someone at the bakery?"

Wesley laughed. "No, this was an introductory exercise in one of my courses. To see if we could make it through introducing ourselves while being pelted with dessert items and water balloons."

"It wasn't fun," he added in a deadpan.

Kennedy, having located the remote, flipped it into the air to catch it again and dropped onto the end of the couch.

"Sounds pretty fun to me, actually. Though now I'm wondering, since I'm thinking of ordering a pizza, if you aren't gonna want any."

"Impressive throw," he observed.

"Students here can order pizza? I never knew that. All right, certainly. I'll just run to my room to grab some money, then, shall I?"

She gave him a cocky smirk (like she had any other kind) and said, deadpan, "Yeah, I've been spending an hour a day working on that one. And tchah-- pizza's on me. Wouldn't want you to leave your books unsupervised or anything."

"Oh, that's not necessary, but thank you. My room's only a few doors over; I'll be right back." He went to leave, then doubled back, scooped up his books, and exited again, then came back a minute later with his wallet.

"So. You said you were working on that throw? Is that part of your Slayer training regimen?" He wasn't sure if she'd been kidding or not, but figured it couldn't hurt to ask. He was curious as to how she trained, anyway.

"Wesley." Kennedy had both feet up on the coffee table and a good-natured, teasingly scolding look on her face when he got back. "Number one, I wasn't kidding about paying for the pizza, and number two, I was kidding about the remote. Seriously? I spent most of this morning working on doing pushups so I can clap in between 'em."

Regular pushups apparently weren't good enough. Sheesh.

God, he just sucked epically at communication today.

"Oh, I had Faith and Buffy do those push-ups," he reminisced, distracted. Then he focused. "Right. Well. I suppose I could pay next time, then." There. A compromise. He kind of doubted he could ever manage to get Kennedy to let him pay anyway.

Nah, not necessarily. Kennedy just thought of being a pain in the ass as one of the world's most entertaining pastimes.

Also she had no cash on hand and had to put it on Dad's credit card again. That was always fun.

"Buffy and Faith? You made them do those?" Well, that just cemented it, didn't it? She was going to have to get really good at those. (Stupid competitive streak.) "Cool," Kennedy declared, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

"So. What do you want on your pizza? Just don't say nothing but veggies like my Watcher, or you and me are going to have a little problem."

She was mostly kidding.

"Yes, well, it's more that I encouraged Buffy to do them and she was - well, generally compliant, and I encouraged Faith to do them and she decided to go out for ice cream," he admitted. "But I would reccomend not following her example."

"Whatever you'd like on the pizza is fine," he said generously. He did like vegetables.

[oh gosh. i just spent like five minutes on google searching for what british people put on pizza. fun times. :D]

Did that mean Kennedy got her way again? Score.

"I guess I can get some veggies just for you," she replied as she listened to the ringtone on the line, telling herself this was being really, really generous. "Hey, yeah. This is-- yeah, that's me. Can I get an extra-large with everything, an extra-large Hawaiian, a two-liter of Coke, and some cheesecake? Make it about six of those. Just in case. Cool."

...moderation was for other people.

"So what's been up, Wes?" Never mind that she hadn't gotten permission to call him that. Sorry, Wesley.

[[don'tcha love the stuff rp makes you have to look up? :D]]

Oh, god. Did that mean he had to eat all that food? That was... alarming. A look of horror crossed his face.

"Not terribly much," he replied, trying to stamp out the expression of shock caused by the pizza. "I'm taking four classes and assisting with the library, which I'm told is a sort of Watcher tradition, so that's quite nice. How have you been?"

Kennedy caught the look and held both hands up, laughing. "Whoa, chill! It's just in case more people show up. It's kind of like a common room law of physics? Put food out, people show up. And leftovers are always awesome."

She set her phone down on the couch beside her and tucked her hands behind her head. "Eh, y'know. Two classes, running Reserves, whatever incredibly in-depth reading assignments Constance feels like throwing at me, and the training thing. Naturally. Thank god I still have some time for a social life. You, on the other hand... four classes?"

Was it a sign you'd been in Fandom too long when that seemed like an insane amount?

Oh, four classes were nothing compared to the schedules back at the Watchers' Academy. It was good for Kennedy she wasn't destined to be a Watcher instead of a Slayer, really. The social life would be out of the question. "Well, during the summer term, I only took two courses, and I was generally rather bored. So I decided to try to avoid that for this semester. I quite like my classes so far, particularly Ethics, although I thought I noticed that you didn't seem particularly fond of it yesterday."

Then the rest of what Kennedy said sunk in. "Your Watcher assigns you reading assignments?" he asked. "I never did that, and I don't believe Giles did, either. That's quite progressive of her."

"What, was I broadcasting Not a Fan or something? Because now I got saddled with being TA for it," Kennedy grumbled. Because the world apparently loved annoying her. ~~It was only fair.~~ "And the reading assignments are what I get for telling her how awesome it was I only have two classes a week, or something. God, how did I get the uptight Watcher?"

Someone was laughing about this somewhere. They had to be.

"I thought you looked a bit irritated by some of the other students' comments," said Wesley, and he was going to go ahead and take her grumbling about TAing as affirmation. "And having you do writing assignments is quite unconventional, I think. Giles never assigned Buffy and Faith extra work apart for their training. I occasionally made a few suggestions as far as studying was concerned, but they were routinely disregarded."

"She's out to get me," Kennedy declared. "I swear."

Or just try to keep her from asking so many questions all the time, for the love of God. That was more likely.

She gave Wesley an appraising look that, unfortunately, had a touch too much smugness in it. "What, they didn't listen to you?"

"I'm sure she just wants to protect you," he assured her in his typical Watcher-y lecture voice.

"No, actually, they seemed to have been trained by Mr. Giles to be oppositional and disrespectful, and very rarely complied with my instructions. And by the way, if you're looking to adopt some of their mannerisms, that would not be the one to take up."

Oh, Watcher-y lecture voice. That got a Pavlovian mild eyeroll from Kennedy. (Sorry, Wesley.)

"I dunno," she said slowly, half because she believed it and half because she liked to be a pain. "They both seemed pretty cool to me."

Well, the Slayer-y oppositional eyeroll got a Pavlovian sniff of disapproval from Wes.

"Well, cool, certainly, but I should hope you'd like to avoid turning evil and allowing a politician to ascend to demonic form and feed off a high school class," he deadpanned.

Aaaand another eyeroll. This could turn into a Pavlovian endless loop.

...but fun.

"Heard about that," Kennedy acknowledged. And you know, while it was somewhat admirable that she didn't actually say anything to the effect of Please, like I'd ever let that happen if it'd been me, it could've very easily been inferred from her tone. "Don't worry, that item's so not on my checklist."

"Hence my reccomendation that you not follow her behavior patterns," he concluded.

"That's interesting that you've heard of that, though. Do you know if all Potential Slayers are kept up to date on the events of the Hellmouth?" Because if he were Watcher to a Potential, no way would he tell her all the stuff going on there. Way too scary.

"We don't exactly have a weekly online chat or anything," Kennedy told him, and she couldn't help that touch of 'bitch, please' in her voice. "So I don't know what everybody else knows. It's just, I ask because I want to know, and I always get what I want, so."

...poor Constance.

There was that Watcher-y disapproving sniff again. "All right," he said awkwardly. "It, ah, it sounds like your Watcher has quite a task on her hands," he addwd, just the teeniest bit snarkily.

"I am a handful, it's true." Don't sound so proud of that, Kennedy. And then she had to ask. "God, do they teach you guys to do that sniff thing?"

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