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takea_stepback. Everyone in this belongs to that verse. This is also the latest of late requests, but there you go.]
“Aunt Buffy.”
The last syllable of Buffy’s name was drawn out an incredibly dramatic amount as she forced herself back to consciousness again to face the tiny blond human who was rocking on her heels next to her bed. She was all dressed, even with her sneakers and jacket on, and she was looking at Buffy expectantly – the kind of look that usually made Buffy feel like she’s forgetting something. She sighs a bit as her eyes close again, wiggling under the covers as she tries to wake up.
“Yes, Banana.”
There’s a very put upon sigh from the small child. “My name isn’t Banana. It’s Hannah. Han. Nah.”
“Are you sure?” Buffy says with a bit of a smirk. “I’m pretty sure I heard you say it was ‘Banana.’”
Hannah sighs, her palm connecting with her forehead. “Aunt Buffy, we don’t have time for this. If we don’t go now, we’re going to miss it!”
“Alright, alright,” Buffy laughs, pushing up into a sitting position and trying to be a bit more serious. “What are we going to miss?”
“All the sales!” Hannah seems very adamant about the severity of the situation. “Then I won’t be able to get Mommy and Daddy a gift for Christmas, and everything will be ruined! I need you to take me!”
“Hannah, honey, the sales last all day.”
“That’s not what the TV said! It said that you have to get there early, or everything will be gone.”
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huntersdaughter! Set in takea_stepback. Everyone in this belongs to that verse. This is also the latest of late requests, but there you go.]“Aunt Buffy.”
The last syllable of Buffy’s name was drawn out an incredibly dramatic amount as she forced herself back to consciousness again to face the tiny blond human who was rocking on her heels next to her bed. She was all dressed, even with her sneakers and jacket on, and she was looking at Buffy expectantly – the kind of look that usually made Buffy feel like she’s forgetting something. She sighs a bit as her eyes close again, wiggling under the covers as she tries to wake up.
“Yes, Banana.”
There’s a very put upon sigh from the small child. “My name isn’t Banana. It’s Hannah. Han. Nah.”
“Are you sure?” Buffy says with a bit of a smirk. “I’m pretty sure I heard you say it was ‘Banana.’”
Hannah sighs, her palm connecting with her forehead. “Aunt Buffy, we don’t have time for this. If we don’t go now, we’re going to miss it!”
“Alright, alright,” Buffy laughs, pushing up into a sitting position and trying to be a bit more serious. “What are we going to miss?”
“All the sales!” Hannah seems very adamant about the severity of the situation. “Then I won’t be able to get Mommy and Daddy a gift for Christmas, and everything will be ruined! I need you to take me!”
“Hannah, honey, the sales last all day.”
“That’s not what the TV said! It said that you have to get there early, or everything will be gone.”
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