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[goodolfashionedvillain]

 

 

 

 

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[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.