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Who: The DoctorCho and so very OPEN
What: Going about town, shopping, hanging at the animal shelter
When: This weekend, Thursday - Sunday
Where: Around! Take your pick. If you're uncertain, feel free to ping me via AIM/PM/Plurk.
Warnings: None foreseen, will edit if they come up

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evening - open as to which day

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Spike wasn't worried.

No, because being worried would imply that there was a human--an ordinary, powerless, rather sweet little human--worth his emotional investment, despite the fact he had no romantic intentions. Cho was, more or less, under his protection now, though. And when she didn't show up for a few days, Spike decided to go out looking. Bored. He was just bored.

He knew she sometimes hung about the animal shelter, and asked around until he learned where it was. Hopefully she'd be there, because if she wasn't, Spike was going to have to actually worry and he had enough going on what with Bonnie and Buffy and Conrad and Cho being insane.

"Cho, love?" he called as he poked his head in and looked around.

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Spike threw her a look. A look which simultaneously conveyed how innocent he was and how totally off she was and which failed at both.

"Yeah, well... we're enemies, you know." That sounded good. "Known him for a dog's age, and he likes to come after the people I... know." He frowned. That sounded lame even to him. "Anyway if he hasn't, wouldn't worry. Probably would have done, by now."

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"Alright." He was still a little worried, but not enough to start panicking. Not by a long shot. "Well, you'll be the first to know if I see any warning signs on the horizon."

A smile. "Good to know I've got someone watching my back."

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This wasn't Cho, same way Buffy wasn't Buffy and Faith wasn't Faith and Sparky wasn't... you get the picture. But dammit, he'd gotten used to her little face and told himself it was just that he didn't want anything happening to it he didn't do.

"Yeah," he said, smiling a little. "You do."

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The smile turned into a grin. "Custard," he announced, and went to fetch it from the fridge along with two spoons. Passed Spike a bowl and spoon as he sat down.

"So tell me about me," he said as he scooped up the first spoonful. "What do we do when I'm staying?"

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"Oh," said Spike easily, digging into the custard without any reference to the fact he shouldn't even want it, "you tidy the place, I tell you about places I've been an' then I usually drink your blood."

He popped a spoonful into his mouth.

"'s good," he mumbled around it.

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He took a thoughtful swallow. "Is that normal? Is that something that people do?" He was skeptical, but it didn't sound like something people did.

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Spike considered that as he licked his spoon with obvious pleasure.

"Mmm. I expect not, but you seem to enjoy it, an' it means I get it fresh," he said. "Good deal all around, really."

And not at all how he usually did things, but a lot can change in a year or two, even for a vampire.

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"So what are you, then?" He was looking at Spike with great curiosity. Not all that bothered that the guy drank blood, more wondering what it meant. "A... plasmavore?"

He'd pulled the word out of nowhere. He thought. Seemed like something that might exist, though.

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Spike burst out laughing. "Where are we? The zoo? I'm a vampire."

He stared at her incredulously. "You are really not from around here." Of course, none of them were, but he wasn't going to let that bother him.

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"No, I don't believe that I am." He sat back in the chair and ate a very thoughtful spoon of custard.

"Well, at least you're open about it," he shrugged. "'Hello, I'm a vampire. I drink your blood.' I don't imagine most are so forthcoming about it. Unless you're pulling my leg. You are eating my custard, after all, which wouldn't be all that nutritious to someone who lives off of human blood." He frowned, but it wasn't a very serious frown. "Having a joke at the expense of the amnesiac. That's very rude."

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"Well, I'm a rude man," Spike said simply, with a hint of a smirk. "But I'm tellin' the truth. Mostly because I figure you're not gonna do anything about it, an' I'm not going to as long as you're all not-remembering, an' I don't see any point in pretending. As for the custard..." He picked up another spoonful. "It's good. People don't eat custard because it's nutritious."

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"Okay, point to the vampire." All of a sudden, he found he was genuinely enjoying himself where before he'd been cheerful for pleasantness' sake. There was something about this guy that he liked.

"I'm glad you like it."

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If Spike knew how many people were finding him likable, he'd probably be mortified. As it was, he didn't think about it, just responded. "People always think it's weird. Me eating food. Like why bother, if you don't need it."

He was genuinely puzzled by this attitude, but not being very self-reflective, he'd never really understood what it meant.

"Dunno what they're missing, I guess."

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"Actually, I thought it was weird because I assumed a vampire's biochemistry wouldn't allow them to process normal food." ...Huh. This science-y sounding talk just kept rolling off his lips like it was the most natural thing. He supposed that meant something, although he hadn't the first clue as to what. "Shows what I know."

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Spike eyed her. Yeah, definitely not sounding like Cho.

"Wouldn't know," he shrugged. He just found it comforting. Grounding, in a way. It had picked up, too, once he'd become unable to feed the way he was meant to. "You seem to be doin' just fine. 'm glad."