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[rescued_apuppy]

[it's Angel... with a British Accent]

Ow. [and stunned silence since that wasn't right] What the - ? [more not rightness and he looks at himself and is just... well upset so he grabs his conveniently open journal]

Spike. [oh pissy British accent]

Wherever you are. You're in my body. Don't mess it up.

Comments

[fivewordsorless]

Wha--oh. Oh. [flatly] Just. Bloody. Brilliant.

[a pause, and then] Oh, just look at this! I sound like a nancy boy! Fairly sure if I could see my reflection, I'd look like one, too!

[rescued_apuppy]

I'm not a nancy boy! At least I have my natural hair color! [is trying to get dressed but unfortunately none of his clothing fits this body]

[fivewordsorless]

Oi! I like my hair colour, thanks!

[rescued_apuppy]

I'm surprised you can even tell it's still real hair all this gel in it! And everyone gives me a hard time about my hair??

[fivewordsorless]

Don't start. I'm not the man who could bloody well destroy Sunnydale with his forehead. [pause] Well, normally.

[rescued_apuppy]

Watch it. I can dye it back you know.

[fivewordsorless]

Try it and I'll eat so many hot wings, you won't be able to fit into those leather hot pants of yours for a dog's age.

[rescued_apuppy]

Leather hot pants?? I don't own hot pants, let alone leather ones. I own leather pants, but I haven't worn them since showing up here.. I don't even think they're even in my closet.

[fivewordsorless]

... [ok, mild panic and intense annoyance has turned into possible amusement] ... say leather again.

[rescued_apuppy]

No.

[fivewordsorless]

Come on.