cont. / @beepme she’s pouting. arms crossed, brows raised. “ i am very adventurous. ms. adventurous, actually. but this — “ the ‘this’ she is referring to being a hole in the ground in the middle of sunnydale's cemetery, “ — is not my idea of an adventure. more like a one way ticket into the hell mouth. and even though i’m sure it’d love to choke on me, i’m not the mood to be a late night snack. "
"it's not the time for laziness on the job, slayer. we've got... evil to vanquish. big nasties to kill." safe to say spike's fiending for a fight. normally he'd have already swan dived into the strange hole, but something tells him to bring a bit of backup. he's squat along the edge of it, fingers running over the rough patch where grass tears off into dirt clumps and then nothingness. "grow some stones. 'sides, can't very well leave it here, can you? some innocent bloody child or-- puppy might stumble in."
