[ rafael's chair squeaks back as he suddenly gets to his feet, standing instantly at the proclamation, the look on buffy's face mirrored in his own, but multiplied through a fractal lens. burt looks up at him with raised eyebrows, and then grabs his arm to try to yank him back down. rafael pulls his arm away angrily, refusing, but for the moment, manages to not shout out an objection. ]
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