This week's open_on_sunday prompt: "tiff"
He didn’t have to wait for the knock on the door before he knew Spike was there. He put down his book and padded over to the foyer, opening the door and surveying tonight’s damage. Spike had a spectacular black eye and was clutching his right arm against his chest.
Angel let him in, not sure whether to start in on the lecture right away, or to wait a minute before he asked when Spike was going to walk away from this for good.
“Just a little tiff, mate. He didn’t mean it. All right if I stay here tonight?”
Angel let him in, not sure whether to start in on the lecture right away, or to wait a minute before he asked when Spike was going to walk away from this for good.
“Just a little tiff, mate. He didn’t mean it. All right if I stay here tonight?”