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

[fredless]

You should just tuck it in the fridge for later then.

[allbloodyhail]

Now you're just putting me on.

[fredless]

...maybe.

[There's a brief silence]

But I don't think you really mind so much.

[allbloodyhail]

You're out to ruin me, and all my street cred.

[fredless]

You have that?

[Innocent]

[allbloodyhail]

Not much left, I'll admit. [ he offers a crooked sort of grin. ]

[fredless]

So less 'street' cred and more a sunny, tree-lined avenue.

[allbloodyhail]

What kind of cred does that come with?

[fredless]

Last I checked, it's about the size of my pinky. And possibly smells like Bubblicious.

[allbloodyhail]

You're sassy today. [ it's not really a criticism. and yes, he knows she's sassy every day. ]

[fredless]

I must've had my Wheaties this morning.

[Or possibly really good sex. But that's not about to enter the conversation]