Sunshine's concern is less that Spike will pounce on the animal and more that if she does set it down, it'll end up bolting to some obnoxiously hard-to-reach hiding place and she'll have to go crawling after it. She already wrangled the thing once; she doesn't want to have to do it again with the additional challenge of the rabbit freaking out.
Bad enough that it's freaking out now. She holds the animal away from her body so it won't score anymore scratches and starts to head for the door - at least if it's going to bolt somewhere, it can bolt down the hallway where there's a shortage of hiding places - and then she gets a better look at the arm it's already scuffed. It's not a severe wound, just three pink lines running down her arm... no, it's more than that. Oh, gods. She's bleeding, and maybe it's not much, but to her whacked-out vampire eyes, the few drops stand out as if they're glowing in the shadows of Spike's apartment. She can practically see the individual red blood cells oozing out of her arm.
Has he noticed yet? Doesn't matter. She is getting out now.
"That's my cue," she says, hoping he'll just assume she's talking about the rabbit's tantrum and not the fact that she's leaking platelets. Never mind that her voice has jumped an octave. Pressing her lips together, she heads for the door at as brisk a pace as she can without it looking like she's bolting for cover.
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And what a mood it was.Sunshine's concern is less that Spike will pounce on the animal and more that if she does set it down, it'll end up bolting to some obnoxiously hard-to-reach hiding place and she'll have to go crawling after it. She already wrangled the thing once; she doesn't want to have to do it again with the additional challenge of the rabbit freaking out.
Bad enough that it's freaking out now. She holds the animal away from her body so it won't score anymore scratches and starts to head for the door - at least if it's going to bolt somewhere, it can bolt down the hallway where there's a shortage of hiding places - and then she gets a better look at the arm it's already scuffed. It's not a severe wound, just three pink lines running down her arm... no, it's more than that. Oh, gods. She's bleeding, and maybe it's not much, but to her whacked-out vampire eyes, the few drops stand out as if they're glowing in the shadows of Spike's apartment. She can practically see the individual red blood cells oozing out of her arm.
Has he noticed yet? Doesn't matter. She is getting out now.
"That's my cue," she says, hoping he'll just assume she's talking about the rabbit's tantrum and not the fact that she's leaking platelets. Never mind that her voice has jumped an octave. Pressing her lips together, she heads for the door at as brisk a pace as she can without it looking like she's bolting for cover.