November 8th, 2004

tank girl


ExcessDawn was curled in a ball of misery on an armchair. "I feel awful."

Spike snorted. "Don't look at me like that. I didn't force you to eat five bags of banana candies."

Groaning at the mention of her new nemesis, Dawn looked up at Spike pitifully. "Never again."

"Then you won't be wanting these." Spike brandished the last bag of banana candies.

Leaping off the seat, Dawn snagged the package before Spike could pull it away. She was surprisingly agile for someone still doubled over in banana candy overindulgence. "You're evil."

"You'd do well to remember that, love."

open_on_sundaychallenge #85: illness
Part of the Mischief!verse