Drabble
writing-fest Day 2
Prompt: Stormy Weather
“God, I hate it when it rains,” Buffy complained, marching through the soggy graveyard. “The vampires smell like wet dog and they’re all muddy and gross. Grosser than usual,” she corrected. “Umm, no offense.” She shot a glance at her companion and smiled.
Spike just nodded, “None taken.”
“You know, I never noticed how curly your hair is with all that industrial strength shellac you use. It’s kinda cute when it’s all poufy!” She reached out a hand as though to touch it, but caught herself.
Spike stared, grimaced, “M’not cute,” he snarled.
“Course not, just the hair,” Buffy grinned.
Prompt: Stormy Weather
“God, I hate it when it rains,” Buffy complained, marching through the soggy graveyard. “The vampires smell like wet dog and they’re all muddy and gross. Grosser than usual,” she corrected. “Umm, no offense.” She shot a glance at her companion and smiled.
Spike just nodded, “None taken.”
“You know, I never noticed how curly your hair is with all that industrial strength shellac you use. It’s kinda cute when it’s all poufy!” She reached out a hand as though to touch it, but caught herself.
Spike stared, grimaced, “M’not cute,” he snarled.
“Course not, just the hair,” Buffy grinned.