Anything Goes
Anything GoesFaith squirmed under Dawn's scrutiny. Reflexively wriggling away from the younger girl as they roosted over the coffee table, languidly lounging on the sullen couch. The television puttered even in neglect, displaying a cartoon regarding a nautical sponge. "Are you wigging on me or something?" said Dawn, intently studying the slayer.She laughed timidly, forcing her body to stop easing towards the opposite direction. "Of course not, Dawnie," she sputtered, gritting her teeth as she...