beyond_buffy
Bloody hell.
You mean I've got t'deal with the Great Poof, the one who's bloody shadow is always hangin' over m'head, just because Buffy decided it'd be a good idea to head to Los Angeles? I mean, I could have told her that was bloody horrible. The wanker's already set up shop here, he doesn't need us. And we don't need him. Not t'mention I'm sure there's goin' t'be all sorts of emotional drama.
And of course, there's no way in hell he's goin' t'believe that I've got a soul now. That I'm one of the good guys. He'll probably even think I'm tryin' t'be him, when that's the farthest thing from the truth. Stupid ruddy bastard, if I could get away with it, I'd tear his soddin' head off when no one was lookin'. But of course, Buffy wouldn't like it, would she? Never mind all the little ponces that follow him all over the place would be after m'head in a heartbeat.
Just bloody horrible.
Anyway, I was stuck drivin' the last car with all the extra luggage over. Just me and the radio, can't say I mind that. Red seems to think we're goin' t'be gettin' Potentials in by the busload, all of 'em lookin' for trainin'. I've already said I'd help out with that, wherever I'm needed. Forget what Peaches thinks, he can kiss my vampiric arse if he's got an issue.
I got out of the car when we arrived, watchin' the others get out. "I'm not goin' in." I said finally, looking at the bloody huge building and rollin' my eyes a bit. "Sod it. I'll stay out here or somethin'." At least until the sun gets up.
You mean I've got t'deal with the Great Poof, the one who's bloody shadow is always hangin' over m'head, just because Buffy decided it'd be a good idea to head to Los Angeles? I mean, I could have told her that was bloody horrible. The wanker's already set up shop here, he doesn't need us. And we don't need him. Not t'mention I'm sure there's goin' t'be all sorts of emotional drama.
And of course, there's no way in hell he's goin' t'believe that I've got a soul now. That I'm one of the good guys. He'll probably even think I'm tryin' t'be him, when that's the farthest thing from the truth. Stupid ruddy bastard, if I could get away with it, I'd tear his soddin' head off when no one was lookin'. But of course, Buffy wouldn't like it, would she? Never mind all the little ponces that follow him all over the place would be after m'head in a heartbeat.
Just bloody horrible.
Anyway, I was stuck drivin' the last car with all the extra luggage over. Just me and the radio, can't say I mind that. Red seems to think we're goin' t'be gettin' Potentials in by the busload, all of 'em lookin' for trainin'. I've already said I'd help out with that, wherever I'm needed. Forget what Peaches thinks, he can kiss my vampiric arse if he's got an issue.
I got out of the car when we arrived, watchin' the others get out. "I'm not goin' in." I said finally, looking at the bloody huge building and rollin' my eyes a bit. "Sod it. I'll stay out here or somethin'." At least until the sun gets up.