March 7th, 2005

tank girl

Stifle

StifleSpike couldn't breathe. If you wanted to quibble, he couldn't breathe because he was dead, but that didn't stop the panic he felt at being unable to draw a breath. Opening his eyes, he saw something large, pink and vaguely tentacly loom into view.

It was a tongue. "Dawn, get Levi off my chest." Spike was getting an unpleasant reminder of weight distribution over area of contact. It wasn't bad when the Husky lay across him, but he'd suddenly decided that he really needed to stand. On his toes.

He hoped Rachel was back soon to take the little beast.

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open_on_sundaychallenge #102: animal
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