Spike was sweating and tired, but in a fairly good mood as he headed back toward his cave after several hours of working out. He'd just have himself a bit of a rest, a smoke, and then run up to the compound for a shower before dinner. Then maybe he'd take a bit of a walk, swing past Buffy's place on his way to see what Trance was up to
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When he saw Spike up ahead of him looking at something intently. He moved up close to the ex-vamp so he could peer over his shoulder. "I think the island is trying to tell you your roots are showing. I didn't wanna say anything, but at least now when I call you the Bleached Wonder, I won't be doing it only for old times sakes." He grinned teasingly as he came around from behind to look into the box and the colors caught his eye. "Oh! Hey!" He pulled out one of the boxes, titled Hot Hot Pink, and held it out for Spike. "I think this is SO your color."
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"I'm sure it would. Good laugh at the Xan-man's expense. What else is new? Your taking all the easy blows today aren't ya Spike? Island not doing much for your creativity huh?" Despite his words, his voice wasn't as heated as it normally would have been and in fact, he smiled at the end. God they really were friends.
With a small grunt of relief, he dropped the crate where Spike indicated before flexing his fingers that had cramped in the odd position. As he did, he looked around, giving a small whistle, "So...this is where the ex-vamp calls home. It's definitely crypt like. Homesick much?"
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"...Thanks for the help, mate," he said casually as Xander turned to go. He didn't bother looking up, either, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.
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