Dawn snorted. "Right..."
"It was. I tripped on a skateboard and fell on a toy motorcycle when I was kid."
Rachel laughed, holding up her hands. "Can you spin this?"
"Your career as a knife juggler didn't work out."
"Close enough." Rachel was a disaster zone when it came to sharp and breakable objects.
"My acid burns from last night's demon?" Dawn questioned.
"You're the headmistress of a particularly rough girls school."
Spike grinned. "Now there's an image to savour."
open_on_sunday — challenge #259: shift
open_on_sunday — challenge #260: palm
Part of the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse