Spike took a bite of his toast as the contentment he had been feeling took a back seat to the situation at hand. "If you can get them, can you do the spell tonight or is there more...?" He trailed off and gestured with his toast to denote magical preparation of some sort. "They're probably not going to want to wait long." Struck by a troublesome thought, he looked sharply at Wesley. "Are you going to have to cut yourself again?"
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Date: 2004-08-25 06:21 am (UTC)