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humblecowboy: (027)

From: [personal profile] humblecowboy


Yeah?

[He reaches over to take Vicious's wrist, lifting it so he can take a drag off the same cigarette. Health be damned.

He then starts to lean away, toward the window, to blow out the smoke.]


Guess I'll just check the kitchen, then.

Make sure nothing's still burning.
humblecowboy: (018)

From: [personal profile] humblecowboy


Out.

[Sauntering over to the kitchen, Spike adds;]

Y'know the horses around here have hands?
humblecowboy: (49)

From: [personal profile] humblecowboy


[Spike points at Vicious.]

Kelpies. They can be horses.

And they can have hands.

Worst thing I've ever seen.
humblecowboy: (007)

From: [personal profile] humblecowboy


Oh, she was real.

[Spike takes the time to inspect that pot, and the sink. There's something suspicious here...]

Turned into a teenage girl.

Can't figure out why they're the only ones who ever wanna fight me.
humblecowboy: (67)

From: [personal profile] humblecowboy


[jiggling Vicious's stupid-little-pot-thing in his hand as he asks;]

Why'd'they all gotta take it out on me?
humblecowboy: (035)

From: [personal profile] humblecowboy


Yeah, guess that much is true.

[Don't mind him sauntering over with that little cauldron to put it on the smoking table in front of Vicious.]

You usually make toast in a pot?
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