some say you're trouble, boy

[askedtobe]

Who: askedtobe and rudolphofvamps
When: 19th, late evening
Where: HoA
Summary: Peter's terrified and hiding in the HOA and Spike comes.... to visit
Warnings: potential violence... idek, violence could be likely LOL?

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[rudolphofvamps]

[Awww yeah Spike is here with.. Peter's blanket? WHATEVER. He'll explain later. Also he looks like he's been through a bread-slicer.

BUT he has Chinese food. Too much of it for just the two of them but it's hard to judge how much to get when he doesn't exactly have that whole hunger thing going for him.

Cautiously, he knocks, slipping his head inside. Guess he didn't need an invite...] Pete, brought food.

[askedtobe]

[ And with Spike's arrival, Peter can only try to shove back some of his once again welling terror, somehow expecting that he's going to leap off the couch and kill Spike in an instant. Right, because that's how this worked. He was just completely expecting the worst from himself, and somehow made guiltier for that fact alone.

But he was still rooted to the spot, looking up from his spot, and then furrowing his brow because jfc Spike can you go half a second without looking like you've been mauled by a tiger... because Peter's one to talk.]

Thanks- What happened to you?

[rudolphofvamps]

Guess. [Slight eyeroll, inward, making his way over to the couch and setting things down on the table--draping the blanket behind Peter's head like it totally belonged with him, yep.] Hope you like mushu.

[askedtobe]

Can't complain about it. [ Glancing at the blanket curiously, Peter brushes it off a second later before he's back to looking over at Spike, and then at the food.

He could do this, right? Right. There wasn't supposed to be anything terrifying about any of this. Running a hand through his hair, Peter readjusted himself on the couch and tried not to focus on how wrong it suddenly felt that Spike didn't have a heartbeat. ]