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Spike generally makes out that he's pretty oblivious. He makes out he's a lot of things, and many of them can be pretty convincing to those who only know him at a surface level. Which is a lot. That's part of the whole deal.
There comes a limit to the things he can brush off, though, as much as he'd like to. Like the fact that once again, everything around him has gone nuts. People suddenly able to do things that, generally speaking, people aren't meant to be able to do.
(In his left eye, Mad Pierrot stared at him across an amusement park; flinched, at precisely the wrong moment. Maybe it had been the right moment, from Spike's point of view. He wasn't sure himself.)
He does not try to see if he can fly, or read minds, or set fire to things, because if he can, he doesn't want to know. He has quick hands and steady aim and sharp eyes, and doesn't feel any particular desire for more. As far as he's seen, it's that desire for more that gets everyone in trouble. Got him into his fair share, before he turned away from it.
So, what is a man to do when people are flying and flaming and speeding?
Hope that there's someone in the Hub still serving drinks, for one.
Hope the crowd at the bar isn't going to be the wrong kind of trouble, if so.
Although, as he spots one particular patron, he concludes it's already a little late for that.
There comes a limit to the things he can brush off, though, as much as he'd like to. Like the fact that once again, everything around him has gone nuts. People suddenly able to do things that, generally speaking, people aren't meant to be able to do.
(In his left eye, Mad Pierrot stared at him across an amusement park; flinched, at precisely the wrong moment. Maybe it had been the right moment, from Spike's point of view. He wasn't sure himself.)
He does not try to see if he can fly, or read minds, or set fire to things, because if he can, he doesn't want to know. He has quick hands and steady aim and sharp eyes, and doesn't feel any particular desire for more. As far as he's seen, it's that desire for more that gets everyone in trouble. Got him into his fair share, before he turned away from it.
So, what is a man to do when people are flying and flaming and speeding?
Hope that there's someone in the Hub still serving drinks, for one.
Hope the crowd at the bar isn't going to be the wrong kind of trouble, if so.
Although, as he spots one particular patron, he concludes it's already a little late for that.