"Thingy? Thingy? Yes, and let's look up the What-sis of Magical Stuff next, shall we?"
As they squared off, bristling like cats and waving choice volumes of Eldridge's Encyclopedia of Cross-Magical Physics ( Theory and Practice, Volumes One through Seventeen),
That was scarily funny--I'm snorting like a little piggy. No, really. In the middle of the library, no less.
I also want a copy of that encyclopedia.
"That's really - g-gross," Tara said, but she was smiling.
"Yup. But most of the magical stuff Giles does is pretty icky with the rat's eyes and stuff, so - I bet it'll work."
"Me too."
It's nice when two people can bond over rats eyes.
The voices were low, teasing - flirting - voices. Spike and Xander exchanged eye-rolls as the voices took on a definite cadence. Something along the lines of: 'Oh, la! Sir, you are too bold!' and 'T'is your beauty that makes me so bold, you vixen!'
ROTFLMAO!!! *gigglesnorts* *then has to wipe snot off the keyboard*
"Never trust a witch. What'd I say? Never. Trust. A. Witch. And whatever the hell Rupert is. Bloody ex-Watcher ex-demon-raising poufter."
no subject
As they squared off, bristling like cats and waving choice volumes of Eldridge's Encyclopedia of Cross-Magical Physics ( Theory and Practice, Volumes One through Seventeen),
That was scarily funny--I'm snorting like a little piggy. No, really. In the middle of the library, no less.
I also want a copy of that encyclopedia.
"That's really - g-gross," Tara said, but she was smiling.
"Yup. But most of the magical stuff Giles does is pretty icky with the rat's eyes and stuff, so - I bet it'll work."
"Me too."
It's nice when two people can bond over rats eyes.
The voices were low, teasing - flirting - voices. Spike and Xander exchanged eye-rolls as the voices took on a definite cadence. Something along the lines of: 'Oh, la! Sir, you are too bold!' and 'T'is your beauty that makes me so bold, you vixen!'
ROTFLMAO!!!
*gigglesnorts*
*then has to wipe snot off the keyboard*
"Never trust a witch. What'd I say? Never. Trust. A. Witch. And whatever the hell Rupert is. Bloody ex-Watcher ex-demon-raising poufter."
Hee!
"It's - it's -"
"Luggage."
That is fucked up!