closed log;
Who: rudolphofvamps and askedtobe
When: Wednesday the 15th, right around sunset.
Where: Peter's apartment.
Summary: Spike got kicked out of his starter apartment and like Hell he's paying next month's rent. So Peter's letting him stay with him 8D
Warnings: too much hairgel and possibly snuggies for everyone
[Spike wasn't too sure about this living with other people thing, but he didn't have much of a choice. Even he's pretty sure he can't live through a monster snacking on his innards if he were to sleep out all night. And even if death wasn't always permanent here, he'd rather not do that messy coming back thing again. He liked his corporeality just fine. So it's with his knapsack of like, two things, that he makes his way across town to Peter's place.
Weird or not, it had been nice of the bloke to offer, especially since he sure wouldn't willingly put up with himself. The last time he'd lived with someone Buffy had threatened Harris into tying him to a chair for a few days. So, this was decidedly better. It's just before sirens but the Sun's low enough not to be deadly, and as much fun as monster hunting is, he'd rather do away with all that just now. One excitement at a time. Steeling himself, and lifting an eyebrow, he leans up on his toes a second to knock on the door.]
Hey Pete. It's ..me.
When: Wednesday the 15th, right around sunset.
Where: Peter's apartment.
Summary: Spike got kicked out of his starter apartment and like Hell he's paying next month's rent. So Peter's letting him stay with him 8D
Warnings: too much hairgel and possibly snuggies for everyone
[Spike wasn't too sure about this living with other people thing, but he didn't have much of a choice. Even he's pretty sure he can't live through a monster snacking on his innards if he were to sleep out all night. And even if death wasn't always permanent here, he'd rather not do that messy coming back thing again. He liked his corporeality just fine. So it's with his knapsack of like, two things, that he makes his way across town to Peter's place.
Weird or not, it had been nice of the bloke to offer, especially since he sure wouldn't willingly put up with himself. The last time he'd lived with someone Buffy had threatened Harris into tying him to a chair for a few days. So, this was decidedly better. It's just before sirens but the Sun's low enough not to be deadly, and as much fun as monster hunting is, he'd rather do away with all that just now. One excitement at a time. Steeling himself, and lifting an eyebrow, he leans up on his toes a second to knock on the door.]
Hey Pete. It's ..me.