[ she straightens her arms and locks her elbows as she leans back against the shallow counter. waiting for the coffee maker to do its magic. ] Because I dimly recall studying poetry before I had to stage a serious intervention on my college life and you do not own entirely enough cravats to be a poet, Spike.
[ lilting. light. spike has a way with words that she knows she ought not to deny but buffy feels more comfortable taking potshots than giving him any ground.
the woman takes a long time to warm up. in that way, she's a little like the castle she now inhabits. ]
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[ she straightens her arms and locks her elbows as she leans back against the shallow counter. waiting for the coffee maker to do its magic. ] Because I dimly recall studying poetry before I had to stage a serious intervention on my college life and you do not own entirely enough cravats to be a poet, Spike.
[ lilting. light. spike has a way with words that she knows she ought not to deny but buffy feels more comfortable taking potshots than giving him any ground.
the woman takes a long time to warm up. in that way, she's a little like the castle she now inhabits. ]