Title: I May Be Soft On The Inside...
Summary: Angel has trouble adjusting to being made of felt...
Disclaimer: Characters are un-mine. But in the realm of dreams...
Originally posted here
No matter what, he could not
let Nina see him like this. Angel climbed out from under the desk, struggling, but ultimately succeeding to hoist himself into the Goddam Kilimanjaro
of an office chair.I swear to God if one more person, one more, looks at me like that… With those goochy goochy eyes I'm gonna start slashing.
He was not adapting well to being made of felt.All the girls looking at me with cheek-pinch stares, like they want to grab me in a smother-hug… Actually, maybe that isn't too bad a thing. It's not like I can actually be smothered, and being pressed to a warm willing body. Yeah, I can go for that.
"Hello, big guy!" Crap. Spike.
The bleached wonder flamboyantly burst into the office. "Need another car." Kill me now,
thought Angel. If there's anyone out there, strike me down.
"Afraid this last one ended up in the drink." Kill me, stake my stuffing heart.
"Spike…" He tried, tentatively.
The blonde was dumbfounded, blue eyes locked on to Angel's plastic ones. "Look at you."Oh God why won't you just let me die?
He put his four-fingered felt hands up to try and look more persuasive, "just turn around and walk away."
The blonde cracked. His laugh was as uncontrollable as it was mocking. "You're a bloody puppet!"
Angel was done. No more Mr Nice Puppet.
With a demonic growl he hauled himself from behind the desk at his Grandchilde, sending them both hurtling through the office window and into the very exposed hallway.
This was what he was ending. The girls staring like he was edible could be forgiven, but the guys? Even Wes and Gunn looked like they wanted to piss themselves laughing at him. Well, no more. He was gonna hand Spike his ass.
A tussle and a few minutes later, as Spike lay slumped and sobered up in the corner of an elevator, just before the doors parted to reveal the pride-shattering scene, Angel growled at his pitiful Grandchilde, "say it."
Spike sulked. "I won't do it."
Angel grabbed Spike by the shirt and stared daringly into his eyes, "Say. It.
Say it you stupid limey piece of crap!"
Spike huffed and pushed Angel off of him. "Fine." He stumbled quickly over the words, "You-may-be-soft-on-the-inside-but-you'
"Damn right." Angel nodded his felt head assertively as the elevator doors sprang open. "Yes, I'm a puppet. Doesn't mean you don't have work to do. Harmony, get my call list." Still badass.