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"Welcome to Sunshine," says Juliet. "And to my front porch and whatever you do don't hit the light, it'll set Sherlock on fire."

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eversomuchfun

"Only in fun, harmless ways," he assures her.

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cross_and_bow

"All right. So I guess that was our version of the monogamy conversation, was it? Are there -" She gestures vaguely. "Rules, to this? Expectations that should be clarified?"

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eversomuchfun

"Unless you object, I pretty much plan to fuck who I like and tell you about it as it comes up. You're free to do the same, although I am almost certainly going to find out whether you tell me or not. If you have other rules or expectations, we can of course talk about those."

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cross_and_bow

"I think it'd be awkward if you wound up screwing anyone or anything I'd feel obliged to kill if I met," she says after a pause. "Whether or not such a meeting is likely."

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eversomuchfun

"Hmm, really?" He shrugs. "All right."

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cross_and_bow

"I think it'd require significantly more processing to disentangle suspect motivations," she shrugs. "Nothing else leaps to mind, I guess." Pause. "I'm glad it'd matter if I objected."

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eversomuchfun

He smiles.

"Of course it would."

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cross_and_bow

He gets a kiss on the cheek for that as they approach the brick building. It's about when Giles is due to meet them.

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pythbox

And there, indeed, is Giles.

His car is a terrible old grey wreck, but it coughs along adequately. He parks it front.

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cross_and_bow

"Hi, Mr. Giles," says Juliet. "This is Sherlock. Sherlock, this is Mr. Giles." She knows that they could both figure that out, but it's polite.

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pythbox

"Hello," says Giles.

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eversomuchfun

Sherlock grins toothily, but doesn't show fang.

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pythbox

Giles adjusts his glasses.

"Something was said about Slayer training, I believe?"

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cross_and_bow

"Yeah. Let's go in. There's room for it in the front bit," says Juliet. She opens the door. "Hi, Tony!" she calls. "We brought my Watcher. This is Mr. Giles."

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toblameforit

"Hi, Mr. Giles!" calls Tony's voice from upstairs. "Don't mind me, I'm just ripping out a couple walls!"

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she_sells_seashells

"Do you need more squares?" calls Shell Bell, stepping into the building and becoming visible again.

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cross_and_bow

"Anyway," says Juliet, dropping her messenger bag and divesting herself of her crucifix, "Mr. Giles, you'll wanna stand clear on the other side of the room."

She wants to show off, and she's best starting off defensive - playing black, as it were. "Surprise me," she tells Sherlock, dropping into stance.

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pythbox

Mr. Giles puts himself as far from the action as possible.

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toblameforit

"Nah, I'm good for now," comes Tony's voice drifting down the stairs.

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eversomuchfun

Sherlock is happy to oblige.

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cross_and_bow

It doesn't count as showing off if Giles doesn't know how good Sherlock is. She passes up one opening early on and lets the fight go on a little longer - she's good enough to have that flexibility, now, useful if she ever has to favor an injury or stall for time - and only pins him after a solid minute and a half. (He winds up with his face on the floor, so there's no question of whether Mr. Giles's librarian sensibilities will also have to live with a certain amount of kissing.)

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eversomuchfun

"A pleasure as always," he says, slightly muffled.

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pythbox

Mr. Giles rolls his eyes.

But: "You're very good," he says. "Both of you."

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cross_and_bow

She lets Sherlock up. "Thanks!"

And then she gets out her notebook. She thinks she should have gone with a right cross instead of the elbow thing she did. She writes that down and meditates over it for a moment, then gets up again.