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pre Nov 4

[humblecowboy]

[It's not that Spike is upset they're not in Felfri anymore. It really isn't. It's not even the part where he's a monster again— Spike's gotten over that and he knows viscerally that beinga nymph is nowhere near as bad as returning to being a shade.

What has Spike grouching and groaning around the apartment again?]

Shit. Shit!

They all taste like fucking— shit!

[It may just be the pack of cigarettes that Spike has just beaned out the window at light speed.]

[goodolfashionedvillain]

[Vicious might be a touch grumpy from losing his body for the umpteenth time, and Spike's whinging certainly isn't helping, but he's happy to utilize some of this power again. He's floating throughout the apartment, phasing in and out of the walls, and just in time to watch Spike's little tantrum.]

Wh-- hey! What the fuck? I bought those, you shit!

[humblecowboy]

Stop— buying shit-ass cigarettes, then!

[look. they're both grumpy. And what do they do when they're grumpy?

they take it out of each other.]

And would you— cut that shit out? Use a door.

[goodolfashionedvillain]

You literally loved them yesterday, I don't want to hear it.

[He grumbles and floats, pointedly, towards the window to peer out and check where they've ended up. It would be easy to float down and grab them, and honestly he's going to, just to make a point.

He turns his back to the window with a smirk and holds up a hand-- a hand that is flipping Spike off. Enthusiastically-- as he floats backwards through the window and disappears. He's going to get his cigarettes, damn it.

It takes about half a minute, but he returns, tossing the pack through the window with the intent to bean his partner square in the face.]

Now, why would I do that, when I could do this?

[humblecowboy]

[He did literally love them yesterday, and that's the whole problem! Why do they suddenly taste like crap?

...That said, once he sees Vicious's stupid face, he squares his jaw as his ghastly friend disappears.

...And then ducks when he reappears. It misses him narrowly.]

—Seriously?

[He reaches for them again immediately to throw back at Vicious, not... initially recalling that it will probably just sail through the shade.]

[goodolfashionedvillain]

[He's at least tangible enough to catch them. God, he's such a brat.]

No, seriously? I'll make you eat them.

[humblecowboy]

You eat 'em. You're the one who likes them so much.

[Spike takes his grouchy saunter to the couch, where he flops down in a fit of botherment.]

We need to get more drugs.

[And before Vicious can say anything—]

I need to get more drugs.