Spike's definitely out of his comfort zone: gun under virtual lock and key (which means no clip loaded), lighter tucked away safely, and... he has no fucking idea what to expect
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From his place at the bar, Isaac watches the dark haired man. There was something odd about him, but he just couldn't quite put his finger on it. He remains in silence, though, and unwavering in his seat at the bar stool.
His eyes meet those of some kid at the bar, someone he hasn't seen here before.
It takes him about three seconds to get his gun and clip and load that clip into his gun from where they are now in separate jacket pockets: at least it would out there beyond the door, back in his own life. He might be a little slower about it now. But this is the bar and there's that no-business-no-violence rule, so he's not real worried about it.
Instead, he just watches the kid for a bit, knowing that he always has the knife tucked into the back of his waistband in case of emergencies.
Doesn't feel dangerous, though. Path of least resistance. Like water. He raises his iced coffee glass in the general direction of the bar then takes a sip, and his eyes never waver.
Isaac continues to watch him. Though he does have his sword strapped to his back for quick access, he can only hope not to have to use it. As the dark haired man seems to show some form of odd greeting, he in turn bows his head towards him.
Hell of an odd little dance. What the fuck. He turns both hands palm up, the traditional gesture of innocence. Someone wants to watch him, there's not much he can do about it. So he lights a smoke and glances away, making note of something that catches his eye at the last minute: a sword.
He's used to swords.
He's beaten swords.
He probably won't have to here. Not if he minds his own business. There sure are a hell of a lot of strangers here these days.
Curiosity began to peak at the strange hand gesture the man uses. Finally, he stands, but stops, turning to look to the bar. Strangely, there was a glass of water sitting there. He stops and looks around, perhaps trying to figure out if someone was nearby and might have set it there, but there was no one.
With a shake of the head, Isaac turns to the bar and holds a palm up. As circles of energy surround him, the glass raises into the air and over to his hand. With that, he walks off with his glass of water.
He's seen some things here he never thought he'd see, like the levitating water glass just now.
Kind of reminds him of when Hotaru healed his hand, although he's really not sure why it reminds him of that, or why he's thinking of Hotaru just now when he hasn't in such a long time. It's either kids or age or that weird kind of magic shit he can't explain and sure as hell can't do.
If he didn't have a prior engagement, he'd follow up and see what the kid finds so fascinating about him.
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His eyes meet those of some kid at the bar, someone he hasn't seen here before.
It takes him about three seconds to get his gun and clip and load that clip into his gun from where they are now in separate jacket pockets: at least it would out there beyond the door, back in his own life. He might be a little slower about it now. But this is the bar and there's that no-business-no-violence rule, so he's not real worried about it.
Instead, he just watches the kid for a bit, knowing that he always has the knife tucked into the back of his waistband in case of emergencies.
Doesn't feel dangerous, though. Path of least resistance. Like water. He raises his iced coffee glass in the general direction of the bar then takes a sip, and his eyes never waver.
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He's used to swords.
He's beaten swords.
He probably won't have to here. Not if he minds his own business. There sure are a hell of a lot of strangers here these days.
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With a shake of the head, Isaac turns to the bar and holds a palm up. As circles of energy surround him, the glass raises into the air and over to his hand. With that, he walks off with his glass of water.
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He's seen some things here he never thought he'd see, like the levitating water glass just now.
Kind of reminds him of when Hotaru healed his hand, although he's really not sure why it reminds him of that, or why he's thinking of Hotaru just now when he hasn't in such a long time. It's either kids or age or that weird kind of magic shit he can't explain and sure as hell can't do.
If he didn't have a prior engagement, he'd follow up and see what the kid finds so fascinating about him.
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