paradisalost | 029; dictated

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029; dictated

[Jet used to say life goes in cycles, but to Spike, here it's more like a spiral. Lose everything you never really had until you're left with the nothing you started with -- all those ways of thinking that make you a productive member of society. Just wait around for the next suicide mission to pop up and spend the meantime catching up on some sleep. As it happened, Brock's cabin was conveniently left up for grabs, and Spike found his nice little getaway to not give a damn in.

After briefly getting cheered up by the mischief of the 'new gang' in town, he returns with a case of beer to the only place that has nothing but solitude to offer. Sure, it could still use a big TV and a fridge full of food, maybe a decent fan to get some of that musk out of there, but he isn't in the mood to be picky.

It's only after he makes himself comfortable on the couch that he hears something off to the side... Movement catches his eye, and he automatically draws his gun. In the shuffling that follows, the journal falls out of nowhere and opens just in time to pick up a screeching animal and the hollow sound of empty cans scattering to the ground from a nearby pile.]

Hey! [Gunshots fire, but from his shouting, it sounds like he only succeeded in scaring something away.] Sonofabitch... Raccoons now.

[So he'll admit to some drawbacks in this brilliant plan. Maybe the castle is trying to make a point with that journal he sees on the ground and reluctantly reaches for. Everything's always got to be complicated.] Might have had better luck with a tent. Can you wish up bear traps, or is that against the rules?

[Good job checking in, Spike.]

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[If there's anything off about this, she doesn't pick up on it. For the moment.]

You really think such a thing exists?

[Well, when she puts it that way, it does seem like sort of a stretch.]

Good point. I guess I should have grown out of that idea by now.

[Careful, she might actually laugh. Or she'd want to, if she wasn't still sort of inwardly reeling from the shock of the whole thing.]

Is that more or less likely than actually finding peace and quiet?

[... She's joking. But, really, that lovely little "first impression" was asking for it.]

[He's not entirely oblivious that something is going on here, but he might be misinterpreting slightly.]

Hard to say. I seem to have a short memory when it comes to that.

[This is still typical Spike behavior, as far as she's concerned. Or maybe she's so blinded by the fact that, yeah, it's good to hear his voice, as stupid as that may sound. Who knows.]

Maybe selective is the better word.

Picked up on that already?

[Fishing, maybe... never know when his reputation might be preceding him.]

[Hm. Now that actually causes her to pause for a second. 'Already'?]

I'm speaking from experience.

[He was afraid of that. Better smooth this over until he figures out where she's from.]

At least I'm not the only one.

[She's starting to have a feeling about this. Something nagging, deep down, that she can't really explain.]

Far from it.

[Slight pause, like he knows he should know this. But, being Spike, he'll do everything but ask.]

Lucky there's always something around to remind you.

[In some ways, Julia isn't much different. She can also have a fondness for endlessly dancing around the point when the mood strikes her. But even if that nagging feeling only starts to, well, nag her just a little bit more, she's not quite ready to do anything about it yet.]

If you can call it that.

[And if Spike is still drawing a blank, he's nice enough not to show it. He can talk about nothing for days, so he came prepared.]

Every now and then. I'll let you know how the raccoon encounter turns out.

[They'll have to come to some kind of point. Eventually. But why rush it? When she really thinks about it, talking ~~and trying her best attempt at joking~~ about nothing is familiar, a small comfort, something she's running a little short on these days.]

Please do. I'd hate to be left thinking you were killed in a raccoon attack.

[You'd be surprised at how often he never gets to that point. The indirect approach doesn't always work.]

I'm not going down without a fight.

[You mean it's less often than practically never?]

That's good to know.

[Okay, so maybe it's not so surprising...]

I've got a few advantages on my side anyway.

[Try totally and utterly predictable :3]

Such as?

[Only to the people who pay attention to things like that.]

I'm at least three times its size, for one.

[Only to everyone with some amount of observational skills]

That isn't always guaranteed to be an advantage.

[So long as they let him get away with it.]

I think I'll be able to outsmart a rodent. [Which is why the Bebop never got any rats... in space, no less.]

[~~Good job, Spike.~~ If she were ~~more like Faye~~ meaner, there would be such an easy crack to make here. But, fortunately for him, since she isn't, she won't.]

One would hope.

[Pause]

Although, I've heard they can be fairly intelligent.

[... Nah, she's just more subtle. But it's all in good nature.]

[He sees through you, lady. Luckily, since she's not Faye, he doesn't take offense.]

In that case, I shouldn't have to worry about it coming back. [He's not above shooting defenseless animals when they're after his beer.]

[Oh, let her have her fun. (It's... been a while.) By now, she almost has herself convinced that this is like old times. Almost.]

And what's your plan if it does?

[If he had any clue who he was talking to, he'd possibly be having a much more serious conversation. He'll blame the raccoon later.]

I'm sure I can improvise something.

[Since nobody has come knocking at his door selling bear traps... What good are magic journals if they don't deliver?]

[Typical response. But it does manage to make her crack a small smile over there on the other end. ... She'd missed him. Stupid charm and all.]

You were always good at that.

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