The door slamming jars the first drop free of the shower head above and it lands squarely on his neck. He glances up and gets the second in his eye leaving him blinking furiously.

"Rupert!" he bellows. "Come back!"

But the Watcher he's driven away with his 'incessant whinging, and one more word about blood and I'll gag you with your own sock' has gone and he doesn't return until Spike's thoroughly wet and miserable.

"Oh, for- "

A towel's dragged roughly across his head and his hair's left curling wildly despite his plea for a comb.

Man's a fucking sadist.

11/12/04


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