Act Your Age
Act Your Age
Disclaimer: Second verse, same as the first. I own nothing but the thoughts in my head, and even some of them I'm kind of iffy on.
Angel let out a growl before launching himself at Spike. The two hit the ground, punching, kicking and biting, rolling across the floor as each gained and then lost the upper hand. Suddenly the boys found themselves lifted from the floor by the backs of their shirts.
"Stop this at once!" a stern, French accented voice commanded.
"Oi," Spike yelped. "Lemme down, bloody frog! I'm gonna kill 'em!"
"Love ta see ye try, Willie," Angel snarled.
Spike snarled back, hands curled into claws, reaching for his grand-sire. Both received a shake for their troubles.
"Ma petite had charged me with your well beings and there will be no killing nor even fighting while you are here!" Jean-Claude said in his Master of the City voice. "While in my home the two of you will conduct yourselves in a manner befitting the young gentlemen I know you to be!"
"We're not young, bloody French tosser!"
Jean-Claude brought them both up to eye level, his own eyes a solid, drowning blue.
"Then act your ages or I will treat you as the age your bodies and attitudes suggest you are."
The two were silent, then Spike pointed at Angel.
"He started it."
Jean-Claude sighed and set the two back on the floor, still arguing the same words back and forth, before walking away, massaging his temples. Mon dieu, they were worse than Anita and Richard.