[ Time to abruptly end a tutoring session to run over and get into a fight before Spike starts poking things with his dick just to make them unusable or something equally gross.
So, mission accomplished, Angel is bursting into the room to do damage control. ]
Spike, stop! That's not even my bookshelf you stupid son of a bitch!
[Spike puts out his cigarette on the wall over Angel's bed before lobbing a book at the older boy, pissed off that Drusilla had taken his side. Again. She always did.] You want to fucking do this or what? Cause I'm not going to leave unless you can make me.
[ Angel works very hard to keep the violent impulses from his past under control, but Spike has a remarkable talent for grinding his best intentions down to dust.
So, he'll count it as a win that he ducks out of the way of that book without throwing something back at the guy. ]
Do I want to get into a dick-measuring contest with a whiny kid? No.
It's not that. You're messing with Dru, messing with her mind. You're turning her against me and I bloody well know it. You think you can play the tragic hero and everyone will fall at your knees now but I know it's a load of old rot.
[Angel was still the same dick he always was, he just played the nice guy these days and girls though he was pretty... for some reason. Fuck that. Spike isn't going to fall for his tortured ex con routine.
So he throws another book.] Come get me, you waste of space.
[ This time he catches the book, and yes, it is a little bit to show off. It is supremely immature to rise to the bait of one-upmanship, but sometimes he just can't help himself.
Actually, quite often he can't help himself.
He drops the book and marches over to Spike to grab his wrists, not wanting to fight so much as make the guy stop grabbing shit that isn't his. ]
I don't want to turn Dru against you. She needs someone to take care of her.
[Spike swings back and throws a punch, hitting Angel in the chest and trying to make distance. It really hurt the hell out of his fist. Fuck. What was his chest made of?]
Stop fucking with her mind. Leave her and me alone, okay? Just fuck right off!
[ Angel lets out a huff as he gets the air knocked out of him by the punch, though he still manages to stand his ground.
It does mean that his attempt to shove Spike into the wall isn't as forceful as it could have been. Having a hard time sucking air into your lungs will do that to a guy. ]
If you want me to leave you alone then stop trying to crawl up my ass.
[So there. He shoves against his chest and tries to get out from under him but Dru isn't exactly wrong. He is bigger, stronger and therefore, likely to win.] I want you to leave her alone, you dumb prick. Stay away from her!
She's my girl, not yours. You don't get it! You already had your chance at stealing her from me and what did you do? You broke her. And now you want to keep her but you can't. You just need to back off.
[He pushes forward and manages to make Angel's foot move a little. Victory!] If you don't, I'll torch your dorm down.
[ He tries to enforce his sentiment by grabbing Spike by the shoulders and slamming him against the wall again, which might not be particularly effective but it does make him feel a little better. ]
I don't want Dru. I'm not trying to turn her against you, and I don't know why you think I am.
Because whenever she talks to you, you're all she can bloody talk about. It's like you wriggle into her brain and set up shop. You're all over her, you smug prick.
[The hurt is there among the brash anger and hate. He's more upset than angry, rejected and unsure how to place his feelings anywhere but violently directing them at Angel.]
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I have half a mind to come and knock your bloody socks off, you big ape.
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Okay, I'm going to fuck you up. You and me, outside. Now.
Where are you, you chicken shit bastard?
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Bet you're in your room.
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I'm touching your stuff
I'm breaking your shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
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So, mission accomplished, Angel is bursting into the room to do damage control. ]
Spike, stop! That's not even my bookshelf you stupid son of a bitch!
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[Spike puts out his cigarette on the wall over Angel's bed before lobbing a book at the older boy, pissed off that Drusilla had taken his side. Again. She always did.] You want to fucking do this or what? Cause I'm not going to leave unless you can make me.
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So, he'll count it as a win that he ducks out of the way of that book without throwing something back at the guy. ]
Do I want to get into a dick-measuring contest with a whiny kid? No.
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[Angel was still the same dick he always was, he just played the nice guy these days and girls though he was pretty... for some reason. Fuck that. Spike isn't going to fall for his tortured ex con routine.
So he throws another book.] Come get me, you waste of space.
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Actually, quite often he can't help himself.
He drops the book and marches over to Spike to grab his wrists, not wanting to fight so much as make the guy stop grabbing shit that isn't his. ]
I don't want to turn Dru against you. She needs someone to take care of her.
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[Spike swings back and throws a punch, hitting Angel in the chest and trying to make distance. It really hurt the hell out of his fist. Fuck. What was his chest made of?]
Stop fucking with her mind. Leave her and me alone, okay? Just fuck right off!
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It does mean that his attempt to shove Spike into the wall isn't as forceful as it could have been. Having a hard time sucking air into your lungs will do that to a guy. ]
If you want me to leave you alone then stop trying to crawl up my ass.
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[So there. He shoves against his chest and tries to get out from under him but Dru isn't exactly wrong. He is bigger, stronger and therefore, likely to win.] I want you to leave her alone, you dumb prick. Stay away from her!
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You don't own her.
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[He pushes forward and manages to make Angel's foot move a little. Victory!] If you don't, I'll torch your dorm down.
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Wait, you think I want to... date her?
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[He huffs angrily and practically snarls in Angel's face.] Back off, last warning.
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[ A snarl in return because Spike really needs to stop pushing his buttons now. ]
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[And yes, it comes full circle. Again. It's always about the past with them, always a petty old grudge.]
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[ He tries to enforce his sentiment by grabbing Spike by the shoulders and slamming him against the wall again, which might not be particularly effective but it does make him feel a little better. ]
I don't want Dru. I'm not trying to turn her against you, and I don't know why you think I am.
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[The hurt is there among the brash anger and hate. He's more upset than angry, rejected and unsure how to place his feelings anywhere but violently directing them at Angel.]
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And I hate it as much as you do.
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[Spike huffs and leans against the wall.] Christ, she messes with my head something fierce.
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