#zahir bariş & rupert giles 01

[nothingleftofyou]

they had NEVER done the hugging thing, and somehow zahir didn't think that would begin now. nonetheless they offered a grin upon seeing giles because how could they not? "the man the myth the legend," zahir greeted. "any chance you being here doesn't mean the world is ending?" at the very least it allowed a nice distraction. as of late they'd been seeing her everywhere, and thinking of anything else at all was preferable then the grief and failure. "oh and thoughts on the eye? it's very eye-like in my humble not at all bias based opinion."

@onthefyre

[nothingleftofyou]

"mucker? giles, what have we told you about using british slang? us ole dummy non-british people do not get the joke!" which was probably the very point of it, because giles was funny like that in his own way just as he'd always been. but somewhere along the way the strained british inserts became less strained and more fond. at least if zahir was reading them correctly. will and the buffster had always been way better at giles reading then zahir though. "here we go again." how many apocalypses was this now? they'd lost count after the first year, way too many to count really. and if zahir tried to count they might give themselves a headache. "you dig it? i take back what i said, i am loving this new slang." they grinned. "well, i hear from her on and off. i've heard good things but you know willow." willow was never the saying if things were not good type. then again, none of them were. "what about you with the doing and the how?" a pause. "how are you?" they said in layman's terms and not insane man's terms.

he liked to consider himself humble. how could he not? he knew of the things roaming and lurking around, had done the crawl through filth a time or two, and dealt with teenagers for the better and worse halves of their lives. at least now, they were somewhat functioning adults whom he cared for dearly, it's just hard to admit that. he's not a father and yet, he found himself often thinking of the kids as such. "zahir, me old mucker!" it's not a hug exactly but giles moves to give the other's shoulders a firm pat. "well i shall hope so but we'll very well have to wait and see, won't we?" most wouldn't be glad to see him but giles very much was, even if he was often exasperated afterward. "i dig it, zahir. is that willow's doing?"