our real estate is a great investment

[cross_and_bow]

"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."

Comments

[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.

[pythbox]

Giles raises his eyebrows, but doesn't comment.

[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.

[pythbox]

"Entirely," he assures her.

[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."

[pythbox]

"It doesn't seem to be on his to-do list," Giles agrees.

[cross_and_bow]

"Questions or comments before Sherlock and Shell Bell respectively walk and fly me home?" inquires Juliet.

[pythbox]

"I'm going to look into buying this building tomorrow," he says. "Perhaps I can spin it to the Council as a handy training room. I'm hardly going to have you punching a bag in my library, after all."

[cross_and_bow]

"Bags and demons have little in common anyway. Thanks," says Juliet.

[pythbox]

"In the meantime," he says, looking around, "I don't think you'll have any trouble moving in."

[eversomuchfun]

"Neither do I."

[cross_and_bow]

"There's a reason abandoned buildings are called that," Juliet says, nodding sagely and putting her crucifix and messenger bag back on.

[pythbox]

"Really? I thought they just assigned the label at random," Giles says innocently.

[cross_and_bow]

"Nope. The term has a lengthy and noble history." She cleans imaginary glasses. "I can loan you seventeen books on the subject," she adds in a bad English accent, "but some of them are in Latin."

[pythbox]

He snorts.

[eversomuchfun]

"Your accent is fucking terrible," Sherlock informs her kindly.

[cross_and_bow]

"Yes, I know. Out we go," she says, making for the door. "Oh, and as long as Shell Bell's still here tomorrow, she can teleport us to L.A., we won't have to go early and put you under a tarp after all."

[eversomuchfun]

"How convenient."

[cross_and_bow]

"Very." Strolling ensues.

[she_sells_seashells]

So too do invisibility and flying.

[eversomuchfun]

And handholding. That too.

[cross_and_bow]

Yes indeed. "You didn't wind up kissing Tony in front of Giles," observes Juliet, when they're out of the Watcher's earshot.

[eversomuchfun]

"Tony was busy," he says serenely.

[cross_and_bow]

"How's Jarvis's installation coming along, anyway?"

[eversomuchfun]

"First Tony must be satisfied that the house will not fall down," he says. "Then he will install the nonessentials and check them over. Then he will conjure and install the crucial hardware."