[RL] Thinking about what I'm giving up.

[rudolphofvamps]

[Spike feels like .. knocking on Robert's door. Surprisingly it's only about 8 PM, mostly because he doesn't have any awareness of timezones and not out of any conscientiousness on his part, but still. It's kind of refreshing, right?] Robbie, you home? [Yeah, he's not waiting for an answer. Spike's barging in, going to sit on Fischer's couch when

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[dreamsonaplane]

[Unfortunately for Spike, Fischer was currently having a nice hot shower and taking all his time to get the right shampoos and all in. Hmm, so long since he managed to treat himself rather than having a quite shower and moving onto hectic days of listening to people treat him as if he was crazy.

But, as he gets out of the shower and ties a towel around his waist, he smells it.

Like cigarette smoke.

In his room.

Padding out with a hairdryer in his hand, he pads out into the bedroom. Nope, no one where. Maybe ... the living room?]

W-Who's there? I'm armed! [LIVING GO-]

[rudolphofvamps]

[Spike doesn't so much as shift, dusting off some ash into the ashtray setting on his thigh. Don't ask him where it came from.] I'm not a witch, Robbie. I won't melt.

[dreamsonaplane]

Are you insane? What are you even doin - [Oh right, he's in nothing but a towel and in front of Spike.] Where did you even get a key from?

[rudolphofvamps]

[He dodges the question, blowing some smoke up to the ceiling.] Thought I'd come keep you company. Is that a crime now? [Despite the fact that breaking and entering...is a crime.]