Spike pushed past Giles as soon as the man opened his door. He strode in like he owned the place, filling it with his presence. “So, what’s the job, Watcher? Something need killing? Or stealing?”
Giles sighed and closed the door. “Yes, do come in.”
Spike hovered over his desk and frowned at the central object. “What’s this, then?”
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Good job working the modhat in too. And I think you were the first to put anything up. I'm gonna try to do one this weekend.
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I was just going to the kitchen for a bit of string cheese but for some reason I've decided I'm not that hungry for a snack just now.
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Loved it!
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“He’s frottaging the fromage.”
Probably one of the best lines in fanfic! *lol*
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