[ spike's relative readiness to be more hot-blooded than herself -- outside of battle -- is an irony not lost on her back then and certainly not lost on her now; she clams up, shakes her head, and turns away from that eye contact. it burns just a little too brightly.
so she looks to preoccupy herself and the queen of hot and cold hisses quietly as she scalds the edge of her hand on the heated-up coffee maker. the breathed curse is more cathartic than genuine. it isn't as though she's actually burned. the skin shows a smudge of redness. that's all. ]
O-of course...you probably did have one. Them. Ample amounts of them. Back...then. [ a hard swallow. she glances at him now and then from the corner of her vision. ] Cravats.
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so she looks to preoccupy herself and the queen of hot and cold hisses quietly as she scalds the edge of her hand on the heated-up coffee maker. the breathed curse is more cathartic than genuine. it isn't as though she's actually burned. the skin shows a smudge of redness. that's all. ]
O-of course...you probably did have one. Them. Ample amounts of them. Back...then. [ a hard swallow. she glances at him now and then from the corner of her vision. ] Cravats.