[RL with Spike!]

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Shito sat at his computer, conversing thoughtfully with the vampire from another universe. He found it oddly easier to relate to people over this 'internet' thing, which was perhaps why he was being so chatty tonight. Of course, the vampire was a monster that deserved to die, even more than Shito himself

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[effulgentxx]

Finding Shito took awhile and a little bit of bullshitting, but it left Spike with a rush that sweet torturing always did. He arrived outside the dilapidated dormitory and stared up at it, dangling a bottle in his hand that banged against his thigh.

He stood in the doorway and stared at Shito's back as he was hunched over the computer. Spike looked around the room and smirked. "All the comforts of home," he said.

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Shito hadn't sensed the vampire enter and whirled around in his chair, his red eyes widening when he saw Spike.

He jumped to his feet. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" he demanded, incensed.

He was also a bit nervous, though he took pains to hide it. He couldn't actually defend himself without Akatsuki, and the vampire was between him and the idiot.

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Spike stepped into the room, kicking the door closed behind him. "Thought I'd say hello."

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Shito glared at him warily. "I didn't give you permission to enter my room," he said, folding his arms and standing his ground.

His eyes dropped to the bottle in Spike's hand, and then looked up at his face. Was he really here to give him a drink.

That would be a bad idea. Shito had such low tolerance for alcohol.

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Spike glanced back at the door and tilted his head. "That's... convenient," he commented to himself before turning back to Shito with a smug grin. "Seems that rule only applies to where I'm from, mate."

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Shito hadn't been referring to the fact that Spike was a vampire and needed permission. He never let anyone in his room, if he could help it.

He frowned, having no idea what Spike was talking about. He didn't know there was a mystical rule, and knew little about vampire legends. "So people aren't polite where you come from?" he hissed. "Why am I not surprised?"

He walked towards Spike, intending to try to get him out of the room. "What do you want?"

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Spike waved off the first comment and watched him come closer, smirk still playing on his lips. He held up the bottle. "Like I said," he repeated, "I came to say hello."

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Shito eyed the bottle warily. "Hello," he said shortly.

Maybe one little drink wouldn't hurt. Just to get him to go away.

He shoved away the little voices that were telling him just what an idiot of himself he made the last time he got drunk, and rummaged in a drawer, coming up with two plastic cups.

"Sit down and don't touch anything," he said, setting the cups on the tiny table next to his bed. There was a pretty red comb, a Chinese-style wooden comb for a woman, sitting on the table, and he whisked that away and shoved it into his pocket.

There was nowhere to sit in the small room but on the bed.

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Spike sat on the end of the bed and then reclined back, propped up on his elbows, his jacket falling open around him. "You're the zombie and I can't touch anything?"

He paused. "Well, anything other than your bed."

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"What does being a zombie have to do with anything?" Shito asked irritably. "I don't want you to touch any of my stuff and possibly break something."

He sat down on the bed, annoyed that Spike was reclining and taking up the whole damn thing, but he didn't have anywhere else to sit, anyway. He turned as he sat, keeping Spike in view as much as he could.

"My name's Tachibana Shito," he added grudgingly. "You're...Spike?" That was a strange name.

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Spike popped open the bottle with his thumb and grabbed up Shito's glass, filling it to the brim. "Spike's right," he said. He ran his hand along the blanket covering Shito's bed. "And I'll touch what I want. That's the great thing about being a vampire - I can do anything I want."

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"Anything?" Shito asked, eyeing the glass. He took a sip from it and swallowed, making a face. "Can you go out in the sunlight?"

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Spike frowned. "Given the right jewelry."

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"Hmm," Shito murmured. He didn't ask what kind of jewellery was needed, since he figured it probably wouldn't mean anything to him.

He held his glass in his left hand, obviously left-handed. He was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, and Spike could see a handcuff around his right wrist. The chain hung from the metal circlet, and seemed to fade into nothingness after a couple of inches.

He sipped at it slowly, watching Spike out of the corner of his eye. "So now what do you want? Why did you come here?" he asked quietly.

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Spike shot back a hard swallow and then leveled his gaze with Shito, taking a moment to eye the cuff around his wrist. He shrugged, licking his bottom lip. "To fight or to shag or to take a taste out of curiosity," he answered easily.

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Shito twitched visibly and set the cup down. "I don't want to fight you," he said honestly. The main reason why was because right now he couldn't, but the last thing in the world Shito wanted Spike to know was how helpless he was without his partner present.

"So of the latter two, which do you prefer?"

He wasn't very well-versed with British slang, but he was pretty sure he knew what the second option was. Both turned his stomach and filled it with butterflies, but he told himself there was no reason to be afraid. Spike was a monster, too, but there was no reason why he would torture him the way the Exorcists did.