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“It is f o r  m e.” Faith grinned, nudging Cordelia in the side and tugging on the dress. “Damn, I gotta say, I am impressed you wear these kinds a dresses that often. So fucking tight.” She took the crossbow with a nod of thanks.

"Not that I’m c o m p l a i n i n g.” Faith amended. “I like a lil’ slinky number.” 

"How many?” Faith whispered as they turned a corner, gesturing Cor’ to keep her voice down now that they were in the new room. “Uh, shouldn’t be too bad. Plus, they don’t know we’re coming.” 

At this, Faith saw a flash around another box and braced herself, an arm in front of Cordelia.

"Cor’?” She whispered, biting her tongue and mentally kicking herself in the ass. 

— T h e y  k n o w  w e ’ r e  h e r e . “

“Oh, is it now?” Cordelia teased lightheartedly, raising her brow and cracking a matching grin. "Well, I’m usually not killing things in them.“ she pointed out, before her grin transformed into a smirk. "Not anything of the d e m o n y kind, anyway.”

Only acknowledging Faith’s response with a nod, Cordelia followed closely after her. She was careful to stay as silent as she could manage while walking in heels, but apparently that hadn’t been silent enough.

Cordelia tensed as soon as Faith did. She instinctively clung to the shorter girl, her hands gripping the rough fabric of the Slayer’s clothing tight enough that they were slowly turning white.

“What do you mean they k n o w?” Of course Cordelia knew exactly what Faith meant– she may not have Slayer senses, but she could still see the dark figures lurking around the edge of her vision– but her mind had gone into panic mode by then. All she had was this stupid cross, and how was Faith going to take them all out without the element of surprise?

Basically, as far as Cordelia could tell, they were completely, totally and utterly s c r e w e d .

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