Eventually Spike did catch himself, flying back away from Angel and out of his grip. No longer could he justify that as a prank... or could he? "Right, well, that settles it. You're poncy and you taste like garbage. Great. Just -- Just great."
Looking away from Angel, he filled around with his lighter so he didn't have to think about anything else, tense and a little anxious.
The fuck was that?
"Where the hell is your mate, anyway? Got places to be."
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Looking away from Angel, he filled around with his lighter so he didn't have to think about anything else, tense and a little anxious.
The fuck was that?
"Where the hell is your mate, anyway? Got places to be."