Among friends, it is a well known fact that Buffy Summers does not often sleep at night. She spends the time from sundown to sunup wandering around and killing all of those scary things that go bump in the night. Were Spencer a friend of hers, he would know that her showing up in the same place as himself wasn't usual for the hour.
As it were, he doesn't. So he might be surprised by the presence of a slightly-disheveled looking little blonde wandering in and finding her own cup of coffee to sip.
She doesn't know him, either - nor does she know his sleeping habits (or lack thereof), so she'll just be minding her own business for the time being. Aside from a slight half-hand wave over her glass at her fellow insomniac.
It takes him a moment to realize there's another person in the room. His mind had been distracted by passing thoughts and the way the cream swirls in his coffee to make an interesting looking design.
Yes, he should probably look into sleep.
Not that he hasn't done worst but usually, on those days, it's because he's working. Work means he has something to concentrate on which means he can ignore the sleep deprivation until the job is done. Now though, now he's just awake with nothing to do.]
He finally registers that the girl is even in the room when she starts preparing the coffee. Watching her, he waves back before taking a gulp of his drink.
The polite thing, he reminds himself, is to task if she's okay. "Excuse me" he starts, clearing his throat. "Are you all right. You look a little..." He gestures to her disheveled appearance.
She looks a little... tired. That's the perfect word to describe it, really. And she is. She's tired. But she's not sleepy, and the exhaustion of a lack of real rest hasn't set in enough to knock her out for as long as she probably needs to be knocked out. Buffy offers him a light smile over the rim of her mug before she takes a sip. The smile makes her look a little less tired. A little, but not much.
"I'm fine," she offers back, "Thanks for asking. Just can't sleep." She finds it peculiar that he's asking this when he's not any more in bed than she is.
"What about you? Not often I run into somebody up at crazy wee-hours right there with me."
Oh, he's familiar with that state. In fact, he's more familiar with that state than any one person really ought to be but he tries not to think about that. Far too many memories come with it and he's just not in the mood to deal with that right now.
"Me?" He laughs, drinking his coffee. "I decided that my night would be a lot better if I had coffee."
He pauses, considering for a moment then adds. "I don't sleep very well."
After a couple of disastrous attempts at going to cafes for her coffee fix, Deb has resigned herself to the coffee maker provided by the Kashtta. It reminds her of home, of huddling around the coffee maker at the police station while yammering on about her latest love life crisises to Angel or LaGuerta or hell, even Quinn, and that's - both a good thing and a bad thing.
But Deb needs coffee like fucking oxygen, and this stuff is free. Bonus. She comes into the kitchen just in time to see Spencer pouring disgusting amounts of milk and sugar into what was probably a perfectly good cup of coffee.
I would be lying if I siad that me watching Dexter last night had nothing to do with this post.physics_magicNovember 24 2010, 21:52:39 UTC
He downs the coffee like it's a shot and gets up to pour himself another drink. He should probably be shaking from the way he's inhaling his coffee but his metabolism is used to the excessive amount of caffeine and sugar.
"The milk cools it down," he answers, misinterpreting her statement even though it's far from the first time someone has commented on his coffee habits.
Someone should probably tell him to back off of the coffee but that's not going to happen any time soon. The alternative to staying awake is sleeping and his head isn't really behaving in a manner that's conductive to sleep.
Considering a moment, he reaches into the cabinet and pulls down another cup, holding it out to her. He assumes that if she's here to observe him drinking coffee, she would be turning to leave by now. The alternative dictates it's either coffee or food and all things considering...
XD I APPROVE OF ALL WATCHINGS OF DEXTER. and this post.fuckinpenguinsNovember 24 2010, 22:09:17 UTC
Deb watches him down the coffee, lips twitching a little in a smirk. Minus the sweeteners, it's like watching herself when she's getting to the bottom of a case. Everyone at the station knew to stay out of her way when she was on one of her 36-hour caffeine binges.
"I meant all that milk and sugar," she says, pulling a face. Whether it cools the coffee down or not, Deb'd rather burn the fuck out of her mouth.
She takes the cup from him, though, because she isn't actually here to criticize anyone's drinking habits. Especially someone she doesn't know.
"Thanks," she says. She pours herself a cup and adds the smallest amount of sugar. Once she's had a few sips - eyes flickering in happiness like an addict because damn, that's good - she turns her attention back to Spencer.
I am starting S3 tonight. I am very, very excited and kind of want to try and get a Dexter.physics_magicNovember 24 2010, 22:46:32 UTC
"You're not the first person to say that," he informs with a laugh. He will say it's been a while though and a pang of old longing rises up in his chest. He's gotten used to it though, the ache that comes with missing his old life. It probably helped that he was already having those feelings before he was pulled into the Rift.
"It's good," he finishes, this time drinking his coffee a little slower, though not by much. "And it keeps me awake. I used to work long hours back home."
Even if she was, he probably wouldn't care, he's heard it all before and it's something normal. Not Rift-normal, not this new dullness that has settled in around him but the normality that had been a part of his own life. Even if the mocking came from a stranger, it was almost nice.
How sad is that, he muses to himself but he forces the thoughts away in favor of paying attention to her again.
"No," he admits with a shrug. "Just...Bored. I have nothing to do." He laughs and it's almost a bitter sound. "Still haven't really settled in around here
don't mind the annoying blond?ohshiny_tomatosNovember 25 2010, 00:24:54 UTC
Parker has been bored today. Bored and Parker are never a good mix. She has decided to explore the air vents of the Kashtta today. It'll come in handy if she ever needs to escape or hide, and she's naturally curious about such things. She also just likes hanging out in air vents. Maybe because it's where she can be completely alone
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I certainly won't mind, though I make no promises about Spencerphysics_magicNovember 25 2010, 00:34:30 UTC
He finishes his cup of coffee and starts to prepare another. His head is going in all sorts of direction and while he would love for it to just stop, the caffeine and the lack of anything to do plus his general way of existing all add up to nothing even close to that happening for him.
It's why he almost doesn't even notice Parker trying to get his attention.
Note the almost there.
He looks up, blinking unsure if he actually heard anything before going back to his coffee. It was probably nothing, just his sleep deprived mind reacting to what he's putting it through.
love Spence, had to see how they interact XDohshiny_tomatosNovember 25 2010, 00:49:22 UTC
She watches him look around and covers her mouth as she giggles. Maybe this isn't the most productive thing to do with her time, but for the moment it's fun, and she likes to have fun. She hasn't had fun in a very long time.
She cups her hands over her mouth and laughs in a deep voice. "Muahahaha!" But she still stays out of sight.
He looks towards the vents again, then back to his coffee, then to the vents.
"What...What?"
He is trying to decide what the likelihood is of someone having either A) gotten into the vents or B) drugged his coffee while he wasn't looking.
Setting down the cup (just in case)) he takes a few, cautious steps towards the vent. "Hell9o" He sounds nervous and vaguely confused which is a pretty good estimate of how he's feeling right now.
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As it were, he doesn't. So he might be surprised by the presence of a slightly-disheveled looking little blonde wandering in and finding her own cup of coffee to sip.
She doesn't know him, either - nor does she know his sleeping habits (or lack thereof), so she'll just be minding her own business for the time being. Aside from a slight half-hand wave over her glass at her fellow insomniac.
God, Coffee is good.
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Yes, he should probably look into sleep.
Not that he hasn't done worst but usually, on those days, it's because he's working. Work means he has something to concentrate on which means he can ignore the sleep deprivation until the job is done. Now though, now he's just awake with nothing to do.]
He finally registers that the girl is even in the room when she starts preparing the coffee. Watching her, he waves back before taking a gulp of his drink.
The polite thing, he reminds himself, is to task if she's okay. "Excuse me" he starts, clearing his throat. "Are you all right. You look a little..." He gestures to her disheveled appearance.
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"I'm fine," she offers back, "Thanks for asking. Just can't sleep." She finds it peculiar that he's asking this when he's not any more in bed than she is.
"What about you? Not often I run into somebody up at crazy wee-hours right there with me."
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"Me?" He laughs, drinking his coffee. "I decided that my night would be a lot better if I had coffee."
He pauses, considering for a moment then adds. "I don't sleep very well."
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But Deb needs coffee like fucking oxygen, and this stuff is free. Bonus. She comes into the kitchen just in time to see Spencer pouring disgusting amounts of milk and sugar into what was probably a perfectly good cup of coffee.
Yeah, Deb's sort of a purist.
"Jesus," she says. "How can you even drink that?"
Hi also works, Debra. Sorry, Spencer.
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"The milk cools it down," he answers, misinterpreting her statement even though it's far from the first time someone has commented on his coffee habits.
Someone should probably tell him to back off of the coffee but that's not going to happen any time soon. The alternative to staying awake is sleeping and his head isn't really behaving in a manner that's conductive to sleep.
Considering a moment, he reaches into the cabinet and pulls down another cup, holding it out to her. He assumes that if she's here to observe him drinking coffee, she would be turning to leave by now. The alternative dictates it's either coffee or food and all things considering...
"Do you want a cup?"
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"I meant all that milk and sugar," she says, pulling a face. Whether it cools the coffee down or not, Deb'd rather burn the fuck out of her mouth.
She takes the cup from him, though, because she isn't actually here to criticize anyone's drinking habits. Especially someone she doesn't know.
"Thanks," she says. She pours herself a cup and adds the smallest amount of sugar. Once she's had a few sips - eyes flickering in happiness like an addict because damn, that's good - she turns her attention back to Spencer.
"Long night?"
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"It's good," he finishes, this time drinking his coffee a little slower, though not by much. "And it keeps me awake. I used to work long hours back home."
Even if she was, he probably wouldn't care, he's heard it all before and it's something normal. Not Rift-normal, not this new dullness that has settled in around him but the normality that had been a part of his own life. Even if the mocking came from a stranger, it was almost nice.
How sad is that, he muses to himself but he forces the thoughts away in favor of paying attention to her again.
"No," he admits with a shrug. "Just...Bored. I have nothing to do." He laughs and it's almost a bitter sound. "Still haven't really settled in around here
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It's why he almost doesn't even notice Parker trying to get his attention.
Note the almost there.
He looks up, blinking unsure if he actually heard anything before going back to his coffee. It was probably nothing, just his sleep deprived mind reacting to what he's putting it through.
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She cups her hands over her mouth and laughs in a deep voice. "Muahahaha!" But she still stays out of sight.
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"What...What?"
He is trying to decide what the likelihood is of someone having either A) gotten into the vents or B) drugged his coffee while he wasn't looking.
Setting down the cup (just in case)) he takes a few, cautious steps towards the vent. "Hell9o" He sounds nervous and vaguely confused which is a pretty good estimate of how he's feeling right now.
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