Who: Minatsuki Takami
brothercumface and Spike
samianscarWhen: Right now!
Where: Roaming the side streets, away from the Mist
Format: Starting as paragraph, but as the mood takes us.
What: Strange scary little girlness deserves a toothsome (mwah) welcoming committee. (And he's more used to postadolescent supergirlpower…)
Warnings: …I'm already scared…
Shrugged up into his coat, Spike wondered if he could perhaps enjoy a job that didn't involve stalking through dark and drear mist-infested streets.
This wasn't even a job, though, was it? He just needed to do something with himself.
Apparently there were organised Patrolling teams peregrinating about. He could join up with one of them. But that sounded a bit… organised. And he wasn't really looking to… looking for… Crap. What?
He kicked at the curb, hoping something would be spooked out of it. Nope.
Let's face it. He missed…
(gah)
…Ang-
"Something going to come out and attack me already or what?" he bellowed to the shadowed alleys.