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[gunnfire]

[Watch your step, Paradisa. There's a black man just a little over 6'3", sitting cross-legged almost in the dead center of the lobby. His eyes are closed, his breathing is even, and - yup. He seems to be meditating.

Try not to trip over him -- or do!

(OOC: Loss start!)]

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[breakmychest]

[Spike doesn't trip over him, but he does stop and stare at him in confusion.]

What're you doing, Charlie-boy?

[gunnfire]

[And Gunn will pause, meditation interrupted, and smile brilliantly at Spike.

He's going to kill himself later.]

Just meditating a bit. It's good for the spirit.

[breakmychest]

[Spike quirks an eyebrow and pulls out a cigarette and his lighter.]

Funny how it looks the same as sitting there doing nothing.

[gunnfire]

[Gunn gives him an eerily peaceful look.]

I can see how someone might make that mistake.

[breakmychest]

You mean cause both are right boring? Yeah, easy mistake to make.

[gunnfire]

Well, that's not very nice, but you're allowed to think what you want.

[Zen. So, so, annoyingly zen.]

[breakmychest]

[Confused look.] What's wrong with you?

[gunnfire]

Nothing's wrong with me.

[He chuckles.]

I just don't want to end up dead of heart attack at thirty because I couldn't make myself relax.

[breakmychest]

[Spike shrugs.] You fight demons. If it's a heart attack that takes you out, that's called lucky.