Spike snagged the kitchen phone on its first ring. "Wankers Council, Sunnyhell Branch. Watchin's what we do. Get your ass kicked and we'll watch. Have a good, filthy snog and we'll watch, and wank, free of charge, day or ni--"
He crumpled up and tossed the bloodbag toward the trash. It landed on the floor, leaving red speckles on the tile grout.
Eww, Spike the piggish flatmate. Nicely in character.
"Very well, then," he heaved a burdened sigh, pretending he wasn't enjoying this, "I will be your father figure. Put your tiny hand in mine."
"Look, I don't have time for... What about a tiny ham?"
Dying here! Spike quoting George Michael 🤣 His harassment of her is absolutely pitch perfect and I love it.[Report This]