032 | Dictated

[gottaknockhard]

[There's a breaking point where witnessing insanity stops having any effect on a person. They go numb to it. Spike reached that point about halfway between his old girlfriend and former partner going at it over ...magical light and darkness or whatever-the-hell that was about... and where he's at now: standing in the woods, looking at the backside

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Spike

[icarustattoo]

[Oh boy.]

Is it worse than raccoons?

[icarustattoo]

[Spike ... Spike, please ... you should probably choose your words more carefully. Because that immediately flips Brock's Rage Switch back on, and oh my god he might hit you.]

You what?!

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike's choosing them more carefully than it sounds. He keeps talking like he doesn't even notice what a bad idea this is.]

I've got a feeling I inspired them. [Because how else would they have randomly run into the cabin where they knew he was staying...] It's not that unusual.

[icarustattoo]

Insp -- okay.

[Brock takes a second to run his hand over his face. Spike, you are a frustrating guy to know, sometimes.]

Somebody knew you were here, and ... drove Crowley's car. Into my cabin.

[Seems legit.]

[gottaknockhard]

[If it makes him feel better, Spike usually wrecks things more often than this. It had a good run.]

Yeah. That's what happened.

[icarustattoo]

[Oh, well in that case, Brock doesn't feel so bad! No, I'm kidding, this is still awful.]

Okay, so ... do you know who drove the car?

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike just gives him a look that says, "obviously yes, but I can't tell you without totally ruining my chances with her." Because the car thing didn't mean anything.]

Shouldn't happen again.

[icarustattoo]

[Oh ... Brock knows that look pretty well.]

Is this about a woman?

[gottaknockhard]

[That mind reading thing you do is creepy, Brock. He jams a fresh cigarette in his mouth before he finally concedes.]

Always is.

[icarustattoo]

[He just has a lot of experience with covering for some lady, okay ...

Luckily, he doesn't really want to pry, though. Because. talking about ~feelings~ is not his favorite thing.]

Alright. Just make sure this is a one-time thing.

[He looks back at the cabin, and the ... car sticking out of it.]

So where are you going to, uh ...

[gottaknockhard]

[You won't get Spike talking about feelings unless he goes on some mind-control loss, so no worries there. He's grateful for it either way, since it wouldn't have been out of line to punch him for that.

There's a reason they're friends.]

I don't know. Maybe move back to the castle once my room magically fixes itself.

[icarustattoo]

[Friends don't let friends talk about feelings.]

Did she drive a car into your room too?

[gottaknockhard]

[Because men don't have feelings.]

There was a fire.

[icarustattoo]

[Brock's Dumb Cabin: No feelings allowed.

Meanwhile, this mystery woman must really like Spike, huh?]

Sounds about right.

[gottaknockhard]

[What's not to like?]

Just one of those weeks.

[icarustattoo]

[He gives up halfway on moats?]

I bet.

You want a beer or something? I can't really do anything with ... this. [Gesturing at the car] Until Crowley comes to get it.