[Goddamnit why is he like this. On the one hand, this is such a nice angle to view him from...
On the other, he hates how Fearless always manages to corner him like this. He's pretty sure if anything is left over, it's just a pot and few ashes... they should have all gone down the drain though!
He hopes.]
Alright. By all means.
[Scoffs and crosses his legs, turning his attention to the window again. He has to look unbothered. He's totally unbothered!]
So, where were you really?
[Yeah let's put the spotlight on Fearless! He seems just as suspicious!]
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On the other, he hates how Fearless always manages to corner him like this. He's pretty sure if anything is left over, it's just a pot and few ashes... they should have all gone down the drain though!
He hopes.]
Alright. By all means.
[Scoffs and crosses his legs, turning his attention to the window again. He has to look unbothered. He's totally unbothered!]
So, where were you really?
[Yeah let's put the spotlight on Fearless! He seems just as suspicious!]
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[Sauntering over to the kitchen, Spike adds;]
Y'know the horses around here have hands?
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Horses don't have hands. Centaurs have hands. Satyrs, perhaps, if they're horses, but not horses.
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Kelpies. They can be horses.
And they can have hands.
Worst thing I've ever seen.
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Right. And... did you see one of these before or after you nodded off on a public bench?
[Is this another giant crab situation?]
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[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.
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You're really getting too old for that, you know.
[Passing a super casual glance back to see if he's looking. And ugh, he is.]
"Can't figure it out"? Teenage girls have all sorts of pent up rage. Surely you remember that much.
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Why'd'they all gotta take it out on me?
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[Trying so hard not to react to what he's found... let's just turn back towards the window again. Nothing to see here. So not bothered.]
And I mean, this time you did technically ask for it.
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[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?