Spike had opted for something simple but inviting interaction, small shorts with a zipper at the crotch, and a harness that read COWBOY across the chest. The harness also highlights the brand he's been sporting since some idiot took the sin-shifting deal, labeling Spike with PERFECT HAIR across one shoulder blade. He does his usual routine of a quiet circuit of the joint, checking out what seems to be happening, refusing to eat or drink anything, and trying to ignore whatever weird urges start to grow inside him.

He's about to head out for a smoke when Yoru bumps into him. Literally. One eyebrow lifts at the affectionate greeting. Not that he doesn't get along with her, but this is definitely out of the ordinary. "Hey."