video ↯ the third ⇒ here comes the night time

[allbloodyhail]

[ spike is bustling around his kitchen, tea and toast in the making. he pulls a slice out of the toaster and starts smearing jam on. ]

It's been a little while, you lot. Or, well, guess I saw most of you on the train home. But now there's new folks and old folks coming back and the like. Par for the beginning of the month, or whatever frame of time it is they use here.

[ now starting in on the second and a thoughtful look crosses over his features. ] I would say this place gets less agonizing the longer I'm here, but I think I know better than to jynx it by now...

[ the kettle goes off, startling him into spinning too quick and knocking the toast off the counter - jam side down. ] Oh come on!

Bloody hell. Where was I? Oh, yeah.

Sober two days, you bunch of bastards. Hope you're happy.

[ the feed is about to go out but a few muffled words make it through as he's cleaning up the jam: ] How did hair get in this? Ugh. Crooks.

[ - and zamo. ]

Comments

[fire_punk]

Umm... Bad is evil. [They're two ways of saying the same thing, right?]

Her uncle? [A person can't be a cat's uncle. How would that work?]

[allbloodyhail]

Bad's about image, isn't it? Evil's more fundamental.

[fire_punk]

So it'd be better to be bad than evil, then.

[allbloodyhail]

Maybe. That's not up for me to judge.

[fire_punk]

Well, you said bad's just about how you look.

[allbloodyhail]

You talk in circles, kid. You know that?

[fire_punk]

Me? [What are you talking about?] You said bad's about how you look. So doesn't that mean it's better to just be bad?

[allbloodyhail]

No, I said bad's about the look. It's two sides of the same coin, yeah? Bad's your reputation; your street cred. Evil's about what you did to get it.

[fire_punk]

Oh. [Now he gets it.] So you both look good but you make trouble.

[allbloodyhail]

Ta for saying so. We do have a familial resemblance. [ what ]

[fire_punk]

[He laughs a little. This guy doesn't seem like a normal adult. He's not serious enough.] Not really.

[allbloodyhail]

You're right -- she's prettier than me.

[fire_punk]

Really? I haven't seen her yet. But you don't look like a cat.

[allbloodyhail]

What do I look like, then?

And don't you say Billy Idol.

[fire_punk]

Don't say who? [Sorry, Spike. Billy Idol's from before Kevin's time and isn't really loud enough for his usual music.]

You look like a human. [Or a Djinn. Except his eyes aren't gold.]

[allbloodyhail]

Like a human. Right.

You're a weird kid, you know. [ it's not really a complaint. spike tends to collect the misfits. ]

[fire_punk]

You're the one who said you look like a cat. [Look who's talking about weird. He'd complain about being called weird but it doesn't feel like an insult.]

[allbloodyhail]

...Good point. Guess that makes us both weird, then.

What's your name, kid?

[fire_punk]

[Well, both being weird isn't too bad. He guesses.]

Kevin. Who are you?

[allbloodyhail]

Spike.

[fire_punk]

What kind of name is that? [He's not... actively trying to be rude. But he's never heard of a person with that name before. It sounds more like a pet's name.]

[allbloodyhail]

It's not any certain kind. It's just mine.

It's my name. [ if he sounds a tad defensive it's really not you, kevin. ]

[fire_punk]

Your parents really named you that? [Is that kind of thing just a thing in Spike's world or were his parents just bad at naming kids?]

[allbloodyhail]

I named me that.

[fire_punk]

Oh. [Well, that makes more sense.] Why?