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Who: Spike, open.
Where: Dining Hall
When: Roughly.. now.
What: a vry hungry vampire :(
Warnings: the squick that is blood and Weetabix :D?
Spike was so hungry, he could eat a cow. It was why he'd requested cow's blood special, or so he told himself. Feeling like a schoolchild, he carted his tray to an empty table and began dumping blood into his cereal, swirling it around his bowl with a spoon. His knee bounced restlessly under the table as he scanned the room from downcast eyes.
He was loathe to admit that so far, this place was alright. No apocolypses, no slayers, no Drusilla. He almost felt.. free. He supposed he would until They chained him to one of these nogoodnicks. How he was supposed to convince anyone to be good was anyone's guess. He'd spent well over 200 years being the Scourge of Europe.. and the West Coast. A soul didn't mean he was fit for this.
Not at all.
Still, it was good to be warm again, even if it did taste like slop.
Where: Dining Hall
When: Roughly.. now.
What: a vry hungry vampire :(
Warnings: the squick that is blood and Weetabix :D?
Spike was so hungry, he could eat a cow. It was why he'd requested cow's blood special, or so he told himself. Feeling like a schoolchild, he carted his tray to an empty table and began dumping blood into his cereal, swirling it around his bowl with a spoon. His knee bounced restlessly under the table as he scanned the room from downcast eyes.
He was loathe to admit that so far, this place was alright. No apocolypses, no slayers, no Drusilla. He almost felt.. free. He supposed he would until They chained him to one of these nogoodnicks. How he was supposed to convince anyone to be good was anyone's guess. He'd spent well over 200 years being the Scourge of Europe.. and the West Coast. A soul didn't mean he was fit for this.
Not at all.
Still, it was good to be warm again, even if it did taste like slop.