11/12/2022 0 Comments Pro tools demonstration![]() ![]() ![]() Spike leaned closer still blowing smoke in his grandsire’s face. “Athens, please, you’ve never been to ruddy Athens!” “I was so!” Angel leaned forward to glare intensely at Spike. Now where was it?” “Athens?” Angel frowned as he also began to recognize the dust for some reason. “That looks too big to be a car.” Spike turned around to spot the rising dust as well and pursed his lips in a tight-lipped frown. “I’m really starting to hate how she treats us like pets.” “In her eyes we are, poof.” “Spike!” Angel glowered at the bleached wonder only to frown when he noticed the rise of dust in the air down the road. “I think she’d rip your bullocks off if you tried.” Angel cursed under his breath. Spike laughed and blew out a puff of smoke. It wasn’t exactly my favorite time.” “Do you think she’d mind if we opted out?” Angel turned to Spike with his usual broody expression. ![]() “I can’t believe she wants us to share a house with Harris.” Spike smirked. “She’s showin’ more today.” Spike’s voice tremored slightly as he noted the slight bulge in Illyria’s stomach area. Spike and Angel eyed her warily from where they were currently sitting in the back seat of the stretch limo, both of them were a tad confused as to where she’d gotten the money, but in all likelihood it wasn’t important. And it was the only place suitable to house her Qwa’Ha Xhan. In short, it was the perfect place to raise her little Spawnling. It was gloomy, depressing, run down, lacked certain basic amenities. Illyria eyed the property with a practiced eye. ![]()
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