Great Balls of Spikes
Great Balls of Spikes
Before Spike could sneak in one more snuggle, quills pricked into Angel’s grey koala fur.
“Oh bollocks.” The tiny mouth said.
The poor marsupials dropped out of the thin air where Spike’s arms had previously occupied.
Angel was too busy rolling about in laughter to notice the insecure little vamp echidna curl up into a ball of spikes. Angel’s plump koala body rolled right over the top of him.
“OW! Fuck Spike!”
“No thank you, you wanker. “
The little snout of Spike tickled Angel’s paw as he uncurled from his Spikey ball.
Footsteps screamed in their delicate ears and Angel slothenly turned his fuzzy head towards the door.
Angel suddenly felt a dying desire for bloody eucalyptus leaves.
“Where are -,” Wes started before stepping on Spike. “OW!”
“Ow! Fucker. Watch where you're going Watcher.”
“Ahh, Wesley?”
“Good Lord!” Wesley said for effect. The marsupials beneath his feet were barely moving despite the words that were produced from the animals’ lips.
“Do you think you can...?”
“Contact the Kangarages with a sacrifice?”
“Yeah, and...?” The American accent was strangely disconcerting from such a foreign, penal colony animal. Even more so the English squeaks from the marsupial hedgehog.
“Not tell anybody.” Wesley finished for Angel. “I’ll just...do you...will...?”
“Piss off wanker.”
“Yes, Spikey.” Wesley said sardonically before leaving the room to do as Angel bid.
“This is all your fault.” Angel grumped.
“At least you’re bloody cuddly.”
Before Spike could sneak in one more snuggle, quills pricked into Angel’s grey koala fur.
“Oh bollocks.” The tiny mouth said.
The poor marsupials dropped out of the thin air where Spike’s arms had previously occupied.
Angel was too busy rolling about in laughter to notice the insecure little vamp echidna curl up into a ball of spikes. Angel’s plump koala body rolled right over the top of him.
“OW! Fuck Spike!”
“No thank you, you wanker. “
The little snout of Spike tickled Angel’s paw as he uncurled from his Spikey ball.
Footsteps screamed in their delicate ears and Angel slothenly turned his fuzzy head towards the door.
Angel suddenly felt a dying desire for bloody eucalyptus leaves.
“Where are -,” Wes started before stepping on Spike. “OW!”
“Ow! Fucker. Watch where you're going Watcher.”
“Ahh, Wesley?”
“Good Lord!” Wesley said for effect. The marsupials beneath his feet were barely moving despite the words that were produced from the animals’ lips.
“Do you think you can...?”
“Contact the Kangarages with a sacrifice?”
“Yeah, and...?” The American accent was strangely disconcerting from such a foreign, penal colony animal. Even more so the English squeaks from the marsupial hedgehog.
“Not tell anybody.” Wesley finished for Angel. “I’ll just...do you...will...?”
“Piss off wanker.”
“Yes, Spikey.” Wesley said sardonically before leaving the room to do as Angel bid.
“This is all your fault.” Angel grumped.
“At least you’re bloody cuddly.”