[Spike blinks his eyes open, not entirely surprised he isn't sure where he is. Maybe that says something about him as a person, but mostly it says something for how hard his life is. Rubbing at his eyes until they focus, he's met with a splitting migraine as he tries to sit up. Is that ... Fischer on the couch? And everything's destroyed. He's glad ( Read more... )

[Spike feels like .. knocking on Robert's door. Surprisingly it's only about 8 PM, mostly because he doesn't have any awareness of timezones and not out of any conscientiousness on his part, but still. It's kind of refreshing, right?] Robbie, you home? [Yeah, he's not waiting for an answer. Spike's barging in, going to sit on Fischer's couch when ( Read more... )

[Spike's just kicking back, watching Desperate Housewives. Like a boss.]