su_herald | Thursday, 1 December 2011

Giles: You're behaving remarkably im-immaturely.
Buffy: You know why? I am immature. I'm a teen. I have yet to mature.
Giles: I was simply offering some constructive criticism.
Buffy: No! You were harsh! God, you act like I picked this gig. But remember, I'm the picked.
Giles: What you have is more than a gig. It's a sacred duty. Which shouldn't prevent you from e-e-eventually procuring some more gainful f-f-form of employment. Uh-uh-uh, such as I did.
Buffy: Uh, Giles, it's one thing to be a Watcher and a librarian. They go together like chicken and...another chicken, or...two chickens, or...something, you know what I'm saying! The point is, no one blinks an eye if you want to spend all your days with books. What am I supposed to do? Carve stakes for a nursery?
Giles: Um, point taken. I must, however, admit, I-I've never really... Well, now there's a thought, have you ever considered law enforcement?

~~What's My Line? - Part 1~~

[Short Fiction]