Email/Internet drabbles
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cornerofmadnessThe first one is stand -alone and the other three are interconnected and need to be read in order. They're what comes of trying to be creative with a migraine.
“Bloody hell!”
Jenny looked up from her cup of tea. “I thought you said you were getting the hang of it.”
“I don’t see why putting my reports online is necessary. The Council has survived for centuries using paper.” Giles glared at his office computer.
“Even the Council has to change with the times, Rupert. Let me help.”
Those were the words that Giles had been hoping to hear. Jenny leaned against him, studying the screen while he studied her. God Bless whoever invited the clingy jumper. He could remain willfully computer-illiterate so long as he had help like this.
Comedy of Errors 21 st century style - Post NFA Angel, Spike, Connor
“Your kid’s got a nice crash pad,” Spike said, looking around Connor’s college apartment.
“Explain to me again why you had to come?” Angel groaned as Spike poked around the place.
“Still recovering from the battle, bored and who wouldn’t want to see what you and Darla spawned?” Spike smirked, sitting in front of the computer.
“What are you doing?”
“Learned this from Buffy keeping tabs on Li’l Bit. If you want to know about a teen, check his internet history. Wow!” Spike’s eyes widened.
“What?”
Spike pointed to a site featuring buff, naked men. “The kid’s a poof.”
“What are you two doing?” Connor looked cross as he entered the room.
Angel looked up from the computer guiltily. “You know I love you very much, son.”
“As disturbing as that is, yes. What’s this about?”
“His way of saying he doesn’t care what you download off the internet, like gay porn.” Spike smirked.
“That’s my roommate’s computer!” Connor glared.
“Al? The rugby captain?” Angel asked, surprised.
“Allanna, female rugby team,” Connor said. “You know I like girls, Dad. We’ve been out with the same one.”
“Probably thought you went both ways like him,” Spike offered.
“He does what now?”
“Dad?”
“You can ignore, Spike, he’s an idiot,” Angel replied.
“Uh-huh, do I even want to know who he was?” Connor shuddered and Spike tapped his chest. “Great, you have lousy taste, you know that Dad?”
“I do not...I mean,” Angel sputtered.
“Focus, Peaches. You’re precious little boy is living in sin with a girl,” Spike said, with a look that said this was better than TV.
“That’s nothing new.” Angel sighed. “Has this taught us anything?”
“Yeah, you’re a snoop and to always clear my internet history,” Connor replied. “Dad, really, you can do better.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“Bloody hell!”
Jenny looked up from her cup of tea. “I thought you said you were getting the hang of it.”
“I don’t see why putting my reports online is necessary. The Council has survived for centuries using paper.” Giles glared at his office computer.
“Even the Council has to change with the times, Rupert. Let me help.”
Those were the words that Giles had been hoping to hear. Jenny leaned against him, studying the screen while he studied her. God Bless whoever invited the clingy jumper. He could remain willfully computer-illiterate so long as he had help like this.
Comedy of Errors 21 st century style - Post NFA Angel, Spike, Connor
“Your kid’s got a nice crash pad,” Spike said, looking around Connor’s college apartment.
“Explain to me again why you had to come?” Angel groaned as Spike poked around the place.
“Still recovering from the battle, bored and who wouldn’t want to see what you and Darla spawned?” Spike smirked, sitting in front of the computer.
“What are you doing?”
“Learned this from Buffy keeping tabs on Li’l Bit. If you want to know about a teen, check his internet history. Wow!” Spike’s eyes widened.
“What?”
Spike pointed to a site featuring buff, naked men. “The kid’s a poof.”
“What are you two doing?” Connor looked cross as he entered the room.
Angel looked up from the computer guiltily. “You know I love you very much, son.”
“As disturbing as that is, yes. What’s this about?”
“His way of saying he doesn’t care what you download off the internet, like gay porn.” Spike smirked.
“That’s my roommate’s computer!” Connor glared.
“Al? The rugby captain?” Angel asked, surprised.
“Allanna, female rugby team,” Connor said. “You know I like girls, Dad. We’ve been out with the same one.”
“Probably thought you went both ways like him,” Spike offered.
“He does what now?”
“Dad?”
“You can ignore, Spike, he’s an idiot,” Angel replied.
“Uh-huh, do I even want to know who he was?” Connor shuddered and Spike tapped his chest. “Great, you have lousy taste, you know that Dad?”
“I do not...I mean,” Angel sputtered.
“Focus, Peaches. You’re precious little boy is living in sin with a girl,” Spike said, with a look that said this was better than TV.
“That’s nothing new.” Angel sighed. “Has this taught us anything?”
“Yeah, you’re a snoop and to always clear my internet history,” Connor replied. “Dad, really, you can do better.”
“Don’t I know it.”
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Date: 2006-06-27 10:50 pm (UTC)Because the rampant testosterone is making me giggle in the library, outloud.
"Great, you have lousy taste." Fix that typo, kiddo.
*giggles off*
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