Spike would have liked to give Wesley a kiss on his way out, but the whole point of him leaving the room was that he couldn't, so he settled for a faint, somewhat apologetic smile and headed to the bathroom. He rifled through the medicine cabinet for the mouthwash and swished mouthfuls of the bright blue, unpleasantly sharp liquid until he could no longer detect a hint of pig's blood beneath it. Then he slicked back his hair with a few practiced movements and went to find Wesley.
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Date: 2004-09-30 01:45 pm (UTC)