It was getting harder and harder to manage the problem. It wasn't always this way, he used to deal with the situation with speed and flair, but lately he seemed to have the reflexes of an old woman. Angel was embarrassed to admit that even Harmony was outpacing him.

As he battled his opponent, his once skilful performance giving way to a dithering confusion that would have had Xander in tears of laughter. He slammed his goo-filled fist into the wall in frustration, tools of the trade skittering across the floor. Maybe Spike was right, he did have stupid hair.


open_on_sunday — challenge #43: character you ordinarily wouldn't write