Here's something for
open_on_sunday and the prompt "Virus". I apologise in advance.
Hot Dog
Xander was pretty sure this should be girlfriend duty.
Sure, he'd swept out the werewolf cage before. It was usually no big deal; some fur, the odd shredded toy. At least since Oz started skipping dinner on wolf nights. So now that Oz had the flu and Willow had been up all night watching a feverish wolf, Xander had gallantly offered to clean up so she could catch some sleep.
Still, she could have told him what happens when werewolves sneeze.
He sighed and had another go with the mop. "Children of the night," he mumbled. "What mucus they make."
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Hot Dog
Xander was pretty sure this should be girlfriend duty.
Sure, he'd swept out the werewolf cage before. It was usually no big deal; some fur, the odd shredded toy. At least since Oz started skipping dinner on wolf nights. So now that Oz had the flu and Willow had been up all night watching a feverish wolf, Xander had gallantly offered to clean up so she could catch some sleep.
Still, she could have told him what happens when werewolves sneeze.
He sighed and had another go with the mop. "Children of the night," he mumbled. "What mucus they make."