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David is still wobbly but not throwing up. We bought a dremel tool to cut out around the cupboards and it set on fire. I'm hot, my hands are tired and I haven't done a sunday100 drabble. I've read lots of them and have masses of feedback to give...loved them all. Back to work. :;hugs to all::
Subject is cliches. Not very good but I wanted to contribute one at least.
Soap Bubbles
Giles looked longingly at the bottle of whisky. It wasn’t every day an apocalypse was averted, Xander let him have the last jelly donut, and Anya revealed that she was, incredibly, his grandmother, with more greats in front of that than he’d had – cups of tea. So that was why she’d been having all those late night sessions with Willow! Tracing his family tree online after a freak trouser- tearing accident had revealed his family birthmark, the Giles rabbits rampant.
Virtuously, he filled the kettle instead, running his hand over his swollen stomach. Alcohol was so bad for the baby.
Soap Bubbles
Giles looked longingly at the bottle of whisky. It wasn’t every day an apocalypse was averted, Xander let him have the last jelly donut, and Anya revealed that she was, incredibly, his grandmother, with more greats in front of that than he’d had – cups of tea. So that was why she’d been having all those late night sessions with Willow! Tracing his family tree online after a freak trouser- tearing accident had revealed his family birthmark, the Giles rabbits rampant.
Virtuously, he filled the kettle instead, running his hand over his swollen stomach. Alcohol was so bad for the baby.
Couldn't resist one more...::grin::
Never Going To Happen
Buffy looked at Spike with disbelief. “So you’re telling me that while I was napping after a particularly strenuous session of slayage, the world as we know it ended, only we survived, the crypt is floating in a space time continuum –whatever that means- and the only way I can survive is for you to bite me, turn me and bonk me - and I can guess what _that_ means!”
Spike studied her cautiously. “Yeah. Neck suit you?”
“You expect me to believe you?”
He pointed at the calendar on the fridge.
“Oh! Tuesday. Right. Yes, neck’s fine. Don’t tickle.”
Never Going To Happen
Buffy looked at Spike with disbelief. “So you’re telling me that while I was napping after a particularly strenuous session of slayage, the world as we know it ended, only we survived, the crypt is floating in a space time continuum –whatever that means- and the only way I can survive is for you to bite me, turn me and bonk me - and I can guess what _that_ means!”
Spike studied her cautiously. “Yeah. Neck suit you?”
“You expect me to believe you?”
He pointed at the calendar on the fridge.
“Oh! Tuesday. Right. Yes, neck’s fine. Don’t tickle.”
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