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. ]

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[daddyissues]

You can't choose your blood. You can choose your family.

[allbloodyhail]

[ blood. ] That's what I've been saying all along.

[daddyissues]

Not exactly... [ he shrugs, letting their differences in vocabulary go for now ] How does it feel now that the world's stopped spinning?

[allbloodyhail]

Lousy.

[daddyissues]

[ his eyebrow quirks ]

How'd it feel when the world was spinning?

[allbloodyhail]

Not much better. [ maybe better wasn't the right word. number, definitely. ]

[daddyissues]

Sobriety gets better, I hear.

[allbloodyhail]

Only one way to find out if the rumors are true.