“Bloody things locked itself, you got anything we could use to pick it or what?” Spike tried the handle a few times, just to demonstrate. Locked. That was justgreat. With an annoyed sigh, he turned his head to whoever the hell this was in the room with him and raised an eyebrow. “Well?”
the slayer had been silently judging the other’s neo-punk rock underground attire when he was suddenly spoken to by the vampire. -- yes, it was that obvious. with a huff, he crossed his arms and puffed out his chest slightly, which didn’t do much considering he was a twig. ‘ obviously it’s a sign from the... whatever god you believe in that i should just STAKE you. ‘











