( enunciated syllables — figuring spike has gone back to that place where sense refuses to touch. buffy withdraws her hand, tucking it into her back pocket, acting like spike's chilly skin hasn't seared feeling back into her hand. )
Well. If you and your bad fitting, rusty parts are hungry, I just slaughtered a chicken. Yep, that's something I can just say now. You favorite gross red stuff is draining out as we speak, so. ( an awkward hand gesture. ) I guess I'll leave you to it. Unless you want to explain what your "good parts" are.
( her eyes drop briefly to the abs region (lower?) on spike's body. um? )
[ Spike looks at Buffy a long moment: seeing her, seeing through her, a tilt of his head before he gives it a brief shake. Comes back to himself, pulls his shirt back down over his scars, his stomach. ]
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( enunciated syllables — figuring spike has gone back to that place where sense refuses to touch. buffy withdraws her hand, tucking it into her back pocket, acting like spike's chilly skin hasn't seared feeling back into her hand. )
Well. If you and your bad fitting, rusty parts are hungry, I just slaughtered a chicken. Yep, that's something I can just say now. You favorite gross red stuff is draining out as we speak, so. ( an awkward hand gesture. ) I guess I'll leave you to it. Unless you want to explain what your "good parts" are.
( her eyes drop briefly to the abs region (lower?) on spike's body. um? )
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I could eat. Thanks for it.