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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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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.

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pythbox

Mr. Giles observes this, but doesn't comment.

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eversomuchfun

"Again?"

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cross_and_bow

"Absolutely."

And so it goes. A few sequences in, Juliet cracks her knuckle with a missed punch that hits the floor instead; normally this would require calling it a night and letting it heal overnight, but Shell Bell just tosses her a square - she's sitting in front of quite a heap of them by now - and Juliet fixes the fracture and leaps for Sherlock again.

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pythbox

Giles raises his eyebrows, but doesn't comment.

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cross_and_bow

It gets to be rather late. "I usually call it around this time, depending," says Juliet, checking the time on her phone and taking a swig of water. "And go home and do some modest amount of minimally-demonic homework and crash for the night. Does that sound reasonable to you?" she asks Mr. Giles.

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pythbox

"Entirely," he assures her.

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cross_and_bow

"Excellent, I was worried you'd stomp all over my well-oiled routine," says Juliet. "I hope you are satisfied that Sherlock does not plan to eat any of us, as well."