081 - Daddy's home, minus sixteen months of memories

[whatweoncewere]

Okay, where am I?

...Connor?

Cordelia?

Who the hell is Charlie Prince and why do I have a file on him? And what is all this stuff in this book?

Comments

Pretenses? What pretenses? Spam time.

[rudolphofvamps]

[Spike's banging on Angel's door insistently, bear clutched in hand. He doesn't know what he's gonna do, or say, but when has that ever stopped him before?

Never. That's when.] Oi, Peaches, open up!

Spam!

[whatweoncewere]

[Angel knows that voice. He wrenches open the door and glares at Spike.]

Spike.

Spam!

[rudolphofvamps]

Hey Daddy-o, [he greets flippantly, pushing past his sire, whistling a bit at the inside.] Home sweet gloom, eh?

Spam!

[whatweoncewere]

[Angel just glares. Daggers. He closes the door and turns around, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.] So I hear you have a soul now.