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summer_of_giles2006-06-12 03:26 pm
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Another drabble.
And here's the second, set in early Season 4.
He's shallow, like us.
Giles fidgeted with his fencing foil as he talked on the phone. Olivia was calling all the way from England, and he wanted to listen politely but he was distracted. A screw appeared to have come loose on the grip. He didn’t have a screwdriver at hand, and trying to use his hands as a substitute wasn‘t working.
“Rupert? Are you listening?”
“Hmm? Oh. Yes.” He set the foil down and glanced at the clock. It was a quarter to two. Fifteen minutes before he’d have to get off the phone -- well, fourteen really, if he wanted time to settle in.
Olivia finished her anecdote and waited for him to speak. Giles thought idly that he needed to reorder some of his magic supplies. Perhaps Willow could show him how to do that over the Internet.
“Rupert?”
“Oh! Sorry!” But his mind was elsewhere.
Seven minutes until the hour. Then four. Then --
“Olivia? I’m sorry, love, but I need to get off the phone.”
With 30 seconds to spare, Giles sat down and turned the old television set on. He was, indeed, enjoying being a gentleman of leisure. And his very favorite soap opera was about to start.
He's shallow, like us.
Giles fidgeted with his fencing foil as he talked on the phone. Olivia was calling all the way from England, and he wanted to listen politely but he was distracted. A screw appeared to have come loose on the grip. He didn’t have a screwdriver at hand, and trying to use his hands as a substitute wasn‘t working.
“Rupert? Are you listening?”
“Hmm? Oh. Yes.” He set the foil down and glanced at the clock. It was a quarter to two. Fifteen minutes before he’d have to get off the phone -- well, fourteen really, if he wanted time to settle in.
Olivia finished her anecdote and waited for him to speak. Giles thought idly that he needed to reorder some of his magic supplies. Perhaps Willow could show him how to do that over the Internet.
“Rupert?”
“Oh! Sorry!” But his mind was elsewhere.
Seven minutes until the hour. Then four. Then --
“Olivia? I’m sorry, love, but I need to get off the phone.”
With 30 seconds to spare, Giles sat down and turned the old television set on. He was, indeed, enjoying being a gentleman of leisure. And his very favorite soap opera was about to start.