ext_7348 ([identity profile] amavel-bel.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] lettered 2007-05-14 02:23 pm (UTC)

Oh God, I am in love with this fic!!! You are superb!!! Spike making fun of Angel because of the puppy was beyond hilarious!!! And Faith didn't make things better, hahahaha. And, oh my, was Spike jealous of the dog?

While I had fun with the scenes in the "present", I felt so sorry for all of them in the flashback scenes in the alley. They were so lost (and somehow still are). And poor Gunn, so now he is one of the undead, right? And I'm worried about Spike, he seems hurt or sad or heavily annoyed and frustrated with something *wonders*.

This won Spike over fairly quickly. Sometimes Angel thought if he gave Spike a ball of string, all the past between them would be forgot.
This made me smile :))))).

Then she lit on what he liked and brought him chips and salsa, buffalo wings and katsu don, and tacos, which Illyria looked at strangely and stole. (Angel thought of Fred, and couldn't watch her try to learn how to chew.) Nina brought fried onion, and Spike fell truly, madly deeply in love with her for a period lasting exactly five days, which he never told her about, and at the end of which Spike waved a hand and told Angel (or possibly Illyria), "You can have her. Not Slayer enough for me, anyway. Bloody women."
This made smile even more (LOL, Illyria stealing the tacos!!!). I like your Nina ;-).

Also, Illyria tearing the cactus made me giggle insanelly *g*. She likes fern better, haha.

As it turned out, Illyria was a bit of a kleptomaniac: first the dragon, then the tacos, then the Sartre Nina had given Angel.
So, Illyria slayed the dragon, LOL. Angel surely wasn't happy about it :))))))))))))))).

Then Nina rented them an office, and Spike and Angel walked like men. Illyria still walked like a biped praying mantis, though.
LMAO!!!

(...) and accidentally switching bodies with Angel (...)
That I would even pay to see, LOL!!!

Ohhhhh, Spike reminds Angel of Doyle. That's touching.

She picked up the puppy by the leg. "I shall call him, Specimen Three Thousand And Thirty Two."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, your Illyria is delightful!!! The discordance about the puppy's name was sooooo funny.

Please, continue writing this fic, it's so interesting!!! *pleading eyes*

Post a comment in response:

If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting