[ Spike hasn't' forgotten what happened to him at last year's carnival, and he's definitely not going to stick around to become a clown demon's personal plaything for a week again. But he still wants to check things out, get an idea of what they're up to this time. He definitely notes the names they keep repeating because he has not heard them before, not even when he was frantically rifling through Lucifer's office for anything he could find.
He also gets roped into some labor. Which he takes without too much fighting. The demons still hate him, and he can't blame them. Before long he has several stripes across his back, blood seeping through his mint green tshirt. ]
Glad I changed.
[ He grits out between clenched teeth as he shovels gravel into a wheelbarrow. ]
If they did this to my suit I'd get mad.
Something in the Air
[ Spike sets off for home, back sore, not really relishing the long walk ahead of him back to his house. But that long walk means he's that much farther away from the fucking carnival. And Faye is at home (or will be, whenever she gets back from whatever she's' doing). That helps.
Ein and Zwei nip at his heels and chase after each other, frolicking as they go. He's only just started along when he feels something. Something bad. Something more than the lacerations on his back.
There's something moving under his skin.
He groans and drops his jacket, reaching to feel along his shoulderblades. ]
What is it!
Monster Smash 1
[ Spike makes his way to the club because why not? It's not like he doesn't have giant, silvery-white wings sprouting from his back. They go great with the halo he's been sporting ever since he got back from that month with Lucifer.
The wings make getting dressed difficult. He's wearing some kind of mesh tank top he swiped from Kavinsky because everything else tore when he tried and it's better than nothing. But then what do you match with a mesh tank top? He went with jeans.
He can feel it as soon as he walks in. His swagger shifts. He starts... slinking. And eying up other people in a way that is unusual to him. He notices arms, teeth, backs, and smell. What a smell. He just wants to curl up and nuzzle and...
Fucking weird thoughts. Fuck this place. Why does he ever come here? But now that he's here, he knows he can't leave. Not until... something happens. He slinks to the bar and leans back against it, hip cocking out, presenting himself as long and lean and desirable as possible. ]
Busy night, huh?
[ He lifts his hand to the bar, fingers dragging through a pool of condensation left by somebody's drink and then tracing circles on the bar. ]
Or maybe it's just all the... extras that make it feel more crowded.
Spike Spiegel | Cowboy Bebop | OTA
[ Spike hasn't' forgotten what happened to him at last year's carnival, and he's definitely not going to stick around to become a clown demon's personal plaything for a week again. But he still wants to check things out, get an idea of what they're up to this time. He definitely notes the names they keep repeating because he has not heard them before, not even when he was frantically rifling through Lucifer's office for anything he could find.
He also gets roped into some labor. Which he takes without too much fighting. The demons still hate him, and he can't blame them. Before long he has several stripes across his back, blood seeping through his mint green tshirt. ]
Glad I changed.
[ He grits out between clenched teeth as he shovels gravel into a wheelbarrow. ]
If they did this to my suit I'd get mad.
Something in the Air
[ Spike sets off for home, back sore, not really relishing the long walk ahead of him back to his house. But that long walk means he's that much farther away from the fucking carnival. And Faye is at home (or will be, whenever she gets back from whatever she's' doing). That helps.
Ein and Zwei nip at his heels and chase after each other, frolicking as they go. He's only just started along when he feels something. Something bad. Something more than the lacerations on his back.
There's something moving under his skin.
He groans and drops his jacket, reaching to feel along his shoulderblades. ]
What is it!
Monster Smash 1
[ Spike makes his way to the club because why not? It's not like he doesn't have giant, silvery-white wings sprouting from his back. They go great with the halo he's been sporting ever since he got back from that month with Lucifer.
The wings make getting dressed difficult. He's wearing some kind of mesh tank top he swiped from Kavinsky because everything else tore when he tried and it's better than nothing. But then what do you match with a mesh tank top? He went with jeans.
He can feel it as soon as he walks in. His swagger shifts. He starts... slinking. And eying up other people in a way that is unusual to him. He notices arms, teeth, backs, and smell. What a smell. He just wants to curl up and nuzzle and...
Fucking weird thoughts. Fuck this place. Why does he ever come here? But now that he's here, he knows he can't leave. Not until... something happens. He slinks to the bar and leans back against it, hip cocking out, presenting himself as long and lean and desirable as possible. ]
Busy night, huh?
[ He lifts his hand to the bar, fingers dragging through a pool of condensation left by somebody's drink and then tracing circles on the bar. ]
Or maybe it's just all the... extras that make it feel more crowded.