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Male Obsessions

Male ObsessionsDawn was fast realising that she had a lot to learn when it came to male obsessions.

Michael was even more of a Star Wars nut than Andrew. She only wished that their current conversation — about the number of janitorial staff required to keep the Death Star running — wasn't killing off brain cells she needed for important information, like remembering her own name.

Looking around the warehouse she spotted Spike examining an Ankor demon funereal urn, a PDA-wielding woman trailing in his wake like a love-struck puppy.

Dawn chuckled, feeling that she'd got the better deal on assistants after all.


open_on_sundaychallenge #79: work
Part of the Rome!verse, the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse

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redwolf
27th Sep, 2004 23:36 (UTC)
I don't think I'd want either of them, although I think I'd rather have Dawn's insufferable assistant than Spike's.