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[blackfoxed]

[ Alright so someone finally woke up for longer than five minutes, and there's a lot of shifting and muffled cursing as he, of course, grabs immediately for the nearest painkiller aka bottle of Jack Daniels out of the fortress of empty ones. Glass clinks. Swearing in Italian. ]

Colonello. You stupid sonofabitch. How could you--

[ a sharp, pained intake of breath. and then so quiet it's hardly audible: ]

...how could you.

...

Spike, I have to go. Sorry for the mess on your doorstep.

Dr. Crescent-- if I could ask for another favor.

Comments

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[blackfoxed.livejournal.com]

[ DOESN'T THINK YOU DO ]

Don't get killed. It'd be hypocritical for me to say a woman isn't worth it, but even so.

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[7livesleft.livejournal.com]

[Like that ever stops him.]

And then whose doorstep would you have to pass out on?

[voice] - Private

[blackfoxed.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

I have a fondness for that doorstep anyway. I think there's so much of my blood on it it's now my closest relative.

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[7livesleft.livejournal.com]

[Eugh.]

From the looks of it, you've got your own problems to deal with.

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[blackfoxed.livejournal.com]

It's nice of you not to ask questions that I'd have to lie about.

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[7livesleft.livejournal.com]

I'm a nice guy.