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"He's bloody awsome! We spar and stuff, it's hard to find people that I won't kill while fighting them," she said, "he's like a big brother!"

She's talking fast now. Bean meowed as Seras tickled his belly.

"One time I fell into a deep pool of water, he had to get me out, I was not very happy," she said, "Do you know him?"

"...I...don't know." Buffy is speaking slowly. She looks like somebody just told in the same breath that Santa isn't real and that he is real, and a zombie, and her next door neighbor. It's a complex facial expression. "What...what is he like?"

"He's a vampire, he can't fly, or do some of the things like the ones in my world can," she said, "Um... are you okay?"

Seras reached out a hand to put on Buffy's shoulder... there just happened to be a kitten attached to it.

"-- Yes." She moves backward automatically; friendly and kitten-petting though Seras might be, she's still a vampire. Also...kittens have claws. "Is he -- um. Tall? Broad-shouldered? Handsome, in an annoying kind of way?"

"Yeah, dark hair, looks like that human guy," she said.

Bean fell off the hand and landed on Buffy. It's time for him to play the kitty version of peekaboo from under the table on her lap.

...He's so little. And fuzzy. Buffy pets him very quickly and then pretends she didn't.

"How often is he here?" she says.

"Time here is funny, you know," she said, "I see him often enough."

"I do," she says, a little distantly. She's not paying attention to whether her finger is being gnawed on by kitten teeth. "Know him."

"What's wrong?" asked Seras.

(OOC feel free to god the kitten)

Buffy blinks. "Well, besides the fact that I'm talking to a pregnant vampire who's drinking vitamin-enriched mineral blood, not all that much, but I'm thrown for at least a little bit of loop by the fact that you're apparently friends with --" She closes her mouth around the words my ex and reopens it to say, "somebody I know."

She looks down. There are tiny kitten teeth fastened around her index finger. She shakes the finger, gently.

"I think he likes you," she said, "What's so strange about me knowing Angel? I mean it is Milliways?"

"He has a funny way of showing it," Buffy says, but without rancor. And: "Well...nothing, I guess. It just took me by surprise. I guess it makes sense, though. I mean, you're both...do you have a soul?"

"I don't know," said Seras, "Why do you ask?"

Because, Migionette, it's a good question

"You don't know?" It hadn't really occurred to her that that was a possible answer. "Doesn't it...I don't know...shouldn't there be some kind of..."

It should sting! Or something!

Souls a differant where she is from.

"The soul is carried by the blood," explained Seras, "It is that essence that of a person. I have the soul of Pip in my conscious nearly all the time because he gave me his blood. I don't know if that means that I have a soul, or if Alucard has my soul."

This also hasn't occurred to her.

"...Your world," says Buffy, "is very different from mine." Your obvious, let me state it to you. "I guess...well, in my world, vampires without souls eat people. Unless they have chips."

The kitten stops gnawing on her, and licks her finger; she blinks, startled, and looks down at him again. His head is fuzzy and pettable.

"Chips?" she asked, "Vampires in my world range from those who are not bastards to those who are."

That's a pretty universal range, she reflects. It applies to humans, too.

"Um, chips -- like, a thing in your brain that zaps you when you try to bite somebody? The military invented them." Also, a giant Frankendemon. "I guess I was just wondering...what made you decide not to...be the bastard kind?"

"Because my master serves the Humans, and I do as well," she said, "It's either that or I die."

"'Splainy?"

"I don't understand it myself," said Seras.

"Die...how? Do you know that?"

It's kind of disturbing, as non-people-eating situations go.

"I could get shot through the heart or the head," she said, "So, yeah, dead."

"-- Okay, so you don't eat people because someone will kill you if you do?" That makes a relative amount of sense.

"Yes," she said, "And I actually like some humans as friends rather than food. THat is another reason not to eat people."