[How long a minute is depends on what side of the bathroom door you're on.]
For my darling carlyinrome:
Title: Bathroom War
Pairing: Spike & Illyria, waffles
“Get out” Spike yelled, banging on the bathroom door with his fist. What was she doing in there? For two demons that never used the facilities, they spent an alarming amount of time in the loo. But, his hair was all wonky from a night’s sleep and he needed his gel.
“Blue! Shake a leg,” he yelled again.
“I will vacate the room when I wish. Do not order me,” she answered.
Spike paced with frustration. “If you get out now, I’ll make those waffles you like.”
“With peanut butter?”
“Yes, pet,” he responded, rolling his eyes.
The door opened.
Title: Bathroom War
Pairing: Spike & Illyria, waffles
“Get out” Spike yelled, banging on the bathroom door with his fist. What was she doing in there? For two demons that never used the facilities, they spent an alarming amount of time in the loo. But, his hair was all wonky from a night’s sleep and he needed his gel.
“Blue! Shake a leg,” he yelled again.
“I will vacate the room when I wish. Do not order me,” she answered.
Spike paced with frustration. “If you get out now, I’ll make those waffles you like.”
“With peanut butter?”
“Yes, pet,” he responded, rolling his eyes.
The door opened.