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Cordelia's cry, deafening—
"I HATE THISSSS! OH GOD, I HATE THIS!"
She squishes Norman Pfister's bug, and Cordelia 'eeps!' when pretty brown fingers snatch Cordelia's jaw.
Pretty dark brown eyes unblinking.
Nearby, Xander smirks—"met your match, eh, Cordy?"—and gets Buffy's punch.
"Witowt makin' more fuss... yuh alright?" Kendra deadpans. Her heat rises up to Cordelia's cheeks.
Oh.
Oh.
