Spike lit up a fag, then frowned at Lindsey, followed immediately by a glare at Wesley and a scowl at Cordelia. "What the sod all are you goin' on 'bout?" Honestly. He flicked the match to the ground and walked over to the front of the office and saw the nameplate finally.
"WILLIAM? I don't get a bloody last name?" He slammed it down hard on the desk and looked around it. All things considered, there weren't any daft unicorns or pink shit like Harmony used to have. He tilted his head a bit (since that was how you could usually tell he was thinking), and remarked, "Headset's too small, mate." Snapping his fingers as if a light bulb went off, he dashed over to the coffeemaker, turned it on, then ran back to Wesley's desk and blew a nice curly-cue of smoke into his face.
"Right then. I still get t'go out on missions. I'm the only one 'round here other than Sparky whose got any sort of protection against the Big Bads of the world." Magical tattoos? Visions of the future? Dusty Watcher books? Pfft.
"You need me." He paused, then smirked. "And you better buy me a nicer phone, else I'll make your life just as much a livin' Hell as I did with Gramps."
The last bit could have been directed at anyone, really.
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Date: 2008-03-12 07:17 am (UTC)"WILLIAM? I don't get a bloody last name?" He slammed it down hard on the desk and looked around it. All things considered, there weren't any daft unicorns or pink shit like Harmony used to have. He tilted his head a bit (since that was how you could usually tell he was thinking), and remarked, "Headset's too small, mate." Snapping his fingers as if a light bulb went off, he dashed over to the coffeemaker, turned it on, then ran back to Wesley's desk and blew a nice curly-cue of smoke into his face.
"Right then. I still get t'go out on missions. I'm the only one 'round here other than Sparky whose got any sort of protection against the Big Bads of the world." Magical tattoos? Visions of the future? Dusty Watcher books? Pfft.
"You need me." He paused, then smirked. "And you better buy me a nicer phone, else I'll make your life just as much a livin' Hell as I did with Gramps."
The last bit could have been directed at anyone, really.