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[there_is_a_me]

Spoon still isn't all together, he's got the desire to punch a certain long-gone man in the nose - with a knife, but he's better now. A day of taking care of his kitten and the puppies, goats, and other assorted things one must do when one is a farmer has helped calm him down a lot. Ace got her very first lesson in the Progressions, mostly so

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[ahogarse]

But there are nightmares that you just happen to run into as well. Like the little shimmer of a boy, in between trees at the edge of the forest.

The scent of blood on the air.

[there_is_a_me]

"Fuck!" His head snaps around at the scent of blood and his nose flares at the same time he brings his hands up to cover it. "Fuckin' bloody hell, what happened? Wipe the fuckin' blood up!"

[ahogarse]

Santi takes a step backwards and claps a hand over his forehead (which does nothing, the stream of blood still trickles upwards) and gives Spoon a very startled look.

[there_is_a_me]

That's not good.

No, really. That's not good. Spoon moves one hand and lobs a handkerchief at the kid, "Fuckin' blood." and staggers backward several steps.

[nitro_is_ace]

His kitten is still trailing him, though now she's relaxed enough that she can head off to the Bar, alone, for drinks - tea for him, hot cocoa for her, and bring the drinks back. Magic follows as well, though she's trailing Ace in hopes of getting a treat.

She gets it, of course, a kong with peanut butter, and Ace fetches two more for the pups. It's a good thing she has waitressing experience.

[there_is_a_me]

He's trying to give her whatever is going to be best, right now. They can go back into the semi-argument about floor vs. couch later; for now he's taking up the whole thing so that she can snuggle with him, "Ta, love." His hand moves to her hips to suggest she settle down with him.

[nitro_is_ace]

Some day, when he sits on the couch, she's going to take the floor, just to be impertinent. Today is not that day, however. Today she settles in, content, after tossing the pups their treats.

"Y'welcome." Mmmm, Bar put a bit a peppermint in her cocoa. Tasty.

[there_is_a_me]

Spoon will heave a sigh of relief and join her down there. Really. For now, though, he wraps his arm around her waist and tugs her in tightly. There's a sip of his tea and then a long look at it. "Ace, love?" he says with a laugh, "Give a sniff. Think I've got a new favorite."

[notagod_apollo]

There's a man nearby with a historical atlas of Earth, drinking his coffee with near-orgasmic pleasure. The kind that happens when you haven't had such a delicacy in nearly a year.

[there_is_a_me]

The mad werewolf's lips twitch in a smile at the pleasure-scent issuing from the other man, and his nose flares to take in the scent, "American?" It's a valid question. Most of the human people Spoon has met here are Americans.

[notagod_apollo]

Lee's response is a very eloquent "Uh..." He sounds pretty much American, though that can be deceiving in this place. He quickly glances the man up and down, not quite sure what to make of him yet. That seems to be the theme here though, he tries not to let it bother him.

"I take it you aren't?"

[there_is_a_me]

The man in question has a left arm that shouldn't function with the amount of scar tissue on it, "Fuck no, mate. I'm English. Other side of the pond." He's got a sort of cheerful-offense in his tone; American bashing is a hobby.

[creator_raven]

It is, perhaps, not so much that Raven keeps pace with Spoon's running.

But he does, at some point, appear at the side of Spoon's chosen path, leaning against a tree, looking very comfortable.

He is, perhaps, also smoking a cigarette.

It is a thing.

Raven smiles as Spoon approaches, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he speaks.

"Spoon. You are well, perhaps?"

[there_is_a_me]

"Raven." Spoon says in turn, nose flaring at the scent of fag and blood and clay on the air. "Dunno. Angry."

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks, head tilting.

"There is reason for that, perhaps?"

He is not entirely certain.

People are difficult, on occasion.

[there_is_a_me]

"She," there is only one she in Spoon's world, "told me about Tim."