[Spike only seems to hunch over himself even more. The vines trailing from his back like tails start to squeeze around his own legs in his mild humiliation. Somehow, though he's nearly completely a plant, there's a cat-like sense of indignation at his own embarrassment.]
I think the person it's meant for would like it entirely too much,
[He protests, scowling.]
And never let me live it down. So it's— fine.
[...At least he still thinks they're lovely.
Spike pushes up off the couch anyway, lumbering toward the kitchen.]
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Date: 2023-02-23 08:16 am (UTC)I think the person it's meant for would like it entirely too much,
[He protests, scowling.]
And never let me live it down. So it's— fine.
[...At least he still thinks they're lovely.
Spike pushes up off the couch anyway, lumbering toward the kitchen.]