[Faith couldn't feel more at home in this dive motel than if there had actually been a sign that said 'Welcome, Faith' - though, the last time that happened she did end up with the shit kicked out of her. Thanks, Angelus and the Beast. She doesn't judge him on his temporary set-up and doesn't really even notice the lack of personal things. She's never had much of anything to call her own once she left home, so she doesn't really think anything is particularly odd about this arrangement. She does stretch her foot out to kick at the door and let it actually close, even as he's closing in on her personal space.
With him back up against her, she turns them and puts him to the wall as her eyes rake over his features with a great deal of appreciation. While she does this, her one hand opts to unfasten the belt on her pants. The metal buckle clacking against metal before she yanks the end and sends it to the floor with flourish. No one step on that later. It will hurt.]
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With him back up against her, she turns them and puts him to the wall as her eyes rake over his features with a great deal of appreciation. While she does this, her one hand opts to unfasten the belt on her pants. The metal buckle clacking against metal before she yanks the end and sends it to the floor with flourish. No one step on that later. It will hurt.]