Angel found the low, rough voice and the thought of Spike giving himself head trauma strangely comforting, and fell asleep to the sound of it once or twice.
Hahahahahahahaha!
Then Nina rented them an office, and Spike and Angel walked like men. Illyria still walked like a biped praying mantis, though.
I just about DIED when I read this line. And the bug collection! LMAO!
Spike was sitting on the floor. The puppy was in front of him, jaws worrying the other end of a knotted rag angrily, growling. Spike was pulling hard at the other end, keeping it from him. At Angel's exclamation, Spike hastily dropped the rag and stood up. "Nothing."
"It wants that; why wouldn't you give it to him?" Angel said, putting down the bag and going over to examine the puppy, who was chewing happily on the rag.
Spike watched him incredulously. "Because I'm mean spirited?" he guessed.
"You'll ruin its teeth."
"Yeah," Spike said, scowling. "Whatever."
Oh, Angel! So oblivious, even to something as human and everyday as playing tug-of-war with a puppy. This broke my heart for both of them. Spike's frustration is palpable all through this piece, which is why you must write more. You have to make it better. Heeeeeeeeeeeee.
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Angel found the low, rough voice and the thought of Spike giving himself head trauma strangely comforting, and fell asleep to the sound of it once or twice.
Hahahahahahahaha!
Then Nina rented them an office, and Spike and Angel walked like men. Illyria still walked like a biped praying mantis, though.
I just about DIED when I read this line. And the bug collection! LMAO!
Spike was sitting on the floor. The puppy was in front of him, jaws worrying the other end of a knotted rag angrily, growling. Spike was pulling hard at the other end, keeping it from him. At Angel's exclamation, Spike hastily dropped the rag and stood up. "Nothing."
"It wants that; why wouldn't you give it to him?" Angel said, putting down the bag and going over to examine the puppy, who was chewing happily on the rag.
Spike watched him incredulously. "Because I'm mean spirited?" he guessed.
"You'll ruin its teeth."
"Yeah," Spike said, scowling. "Whatever."
Oh, Angel! So oblivious, even to something as human and everyday as playing tug-of-war with a puppy. This broke my heart for both of them. Spike's frustration is palpable all through this piece, which is why you must write more. You have to make it better. Heeeeeeeeeeeee.
Beautifully done, Joy, as always. *hugs*