| [Jan. 4th, 2008|03:12 am] |
Faith chuckled remembering the little talk her and Spike had in the basement before that last big battle with The First. "Hey, people bond over nicotine. Secrets are spilled, B."
At the sight of the tiny black lace number Faith's head slowly tilted to the side. Her eyes got this slightly hazed look as she tucked her thumbs in her belt unconsciously pulling it lower. "Suppose they got that in green?" She could just imagine slippin' Will out of a number like that.
Anything else B said would have to sink in after the thought passed. |
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