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lostgirlslair January 11 2005, 14:15:32 UTC
Spike called a halt to his early morning training session. He glared at the two Watchers who'd stationed themselves at the door, but that didn't do a thing to make them leave.

Giles had told him that he was working on it, but Spike kind liked the antipathy. It gave him someone to take his frustrations out on. A couple of the Slayers came to talk to him and he spent several moments telling Sunnydale and LA stories before they had to rush off for classes and whatnot.

"So, you two gonna be here every day or is there a changing of the morons?" Both the Watchers gave him what was supposed to an intimidating glare, but Spike had seen far, far better.

"We, or our colleagues will be watching whenever you are . . . training with the Slayers." The note of contempt in the woman's voice was anything but faint, however the word 'training' fairly dripped with it.

"Right, yeah. Can't have me dying to save the world in the middle of a training session," he snarked, watching as they glanced at each other, unsure of their footing. "Ya know," he finally said, gather his gear. "I think I'll spend my time before bed with a better conversationalist. Don't suppose you two know where Blue is?"

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