~*~ Leather and more...~*~
I am relaxing on the couch with my old leather coat on my lap.. I sing along with the music on my computer and cut the coat in pieces. It annoyed me for a while already that it was taking up so much space, and now I just took the scissors. This way I could keep the useful pieces and throw out the rest.
Ares flashes in once in a while to nag to me about me working to much on the ghost house and to little on his temple and 1:12 doppelganger. The whiner.
I put the first stack of leather in the empty room for Spike in the Ghost house. "This way it isn't in the way." I explain to Jared who wanders in to see what I am doing.
"So..." I hear a thundering voice behind me. "Again working for that Vampire?" Ares sounds far from friendly. "That leather is your." I sigh. "For me?" Ares sounds like he isn't believing a word. "Yes!" I say while I walk back to the couch. "Just be happy I am working for you." Ares looks at me with a pulled up brow. "Happy? I have to be happy because you are cutting up your coat in a momentary flash of insanity!"
I count to 3. "This leather is black!" I start like I am talking to a toddler. "Your cloths are made of??? Yes... black leather. So??? Yes... that leather is yours!" Oh dear... that man can really get on your nerves. "Just for me? A little bit much eh." I still can hear the disbelieve in his voice.
I growl: "No, it is also for Spike." I look straight at the tall war god. "I. KNEW. IT!" He emphasizes every word with a step closer to the Ghost House. Then a fireball appears in his hand. "This is the end of it!"
"Yes..." I yell a little bit louder then I intended to. "This is surely the end of it." I am standing right behind the enormous god who could destroy me with one thought, but I am really fed up with his nagging and threatening. "A part of that leather is for Spike, he wears a long black duster. I really can't help you don't wear enough clothes for a woman to wonder what goodies are under it."
"Goodies?" A grin slithers over Ares' face. "I said the last part out loud too, eh?" I ask him needlessly. His grin grows bigger and the fireball disappears. "Goodies!" he says again before he disappears.
I could hit myself over the head at this moment... Okay... with saying that I saved my ghost house from a fireball, but I also made sure that Ares' enormous ego grew even more. He is not going to let me forget this, I think. "Of course not..." I hear Ares' voice in my head. "Get out of my thoughts!" I say to the now invisible god "Goodies eh?" I hear one more time and then only the roaring of his laughter. I really hit myself over the head now. Where did I get myself into?
I am relaxing on the couch with my old leather coat on my lap.. I sing along with the music on my computer and cut the coat in pieces. It annoyed me for a while already that it was taking up so much space, and now I just took the scissors. This way I could keep the useful pieces and throw out the rest.
Ares flashes in once in a while to nag to me about me working to much on the ghost house and to little on his temple and 1:12 doppelganger. The whiner.
I put the first stack of leather in the empty room for Spike in the Ghost house. "This way it isn't in the way." I explain to Jared who wanders in to see what I am doing.
"So..." I hear a thundering voice behind me. "Again working for that Vampire?" Ares sounds far from friendly. "That leather is your." I sigh. "For me?" Ares sounds like he isn't believing a word. "Yes!" I say while I walk back to the couch. "Just be happy I am working for you." Ares looks at me with a pulled up brow. "Happy? I have to be happy because you are cutting up your coat in a momentary flash of insanity!"
I count to 3. "This leather is black!" I start like I am talking to a toddler. "Your cloths are made of??? Yes... black leather. So??? Yes... that leather is yours!" Oh dear... that man can really get on your nerves. "Just for me? A little bit much eh." I still can hear the disbelieve in his voice.
I growl: "No, it is also for Spike." I look straight at the tall war god. "I. KNEW. IT!" He emphasizes every word with a step closer to the Ghost House. Then a fireball appears in his hand. "This is the end of it!"
"Yes..." I yell a little bit louder then I intended to. "This is surely the end of it." I am standing right behind the enormous god who could destroy me with one thought, but I am really fed up with his nagging and threatening. "A part of that leather is for Spike, he wears a long black duster. I really can't help you don't wear enough clothes for a woman to wonder what goodies are under it."
"Goodies?" A grin slithers over Ares' face. "I said the last part out loud too, eh?" I ask him needlessly. His grin grows bigger and the fireball disappears. "Goodies!" he says again before he disappears.
I could hit myself over the head at this moment... Okay... with saying that I saved my ghost house from a fireball, but I also made sure that Ares' enormous ego grew even more. He is not going to let me forget this, I think. "Of course not..." I hear Ares' voice in my head. "Get out of my thoughts!" I say to the now invisible god "Goodies eh?" I hear one more time and then only the roaring of his laughter. I really hit myself over the head now. Where did I get myself into?