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[demonologist]

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[idolstolemylook]

Look at me. I'm already dead.

Don't do that again. It's a waste of blood.

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[demonologist]

I meant dying here. For you, I suppose it would be being dusted.

I wasn't planning on dying in the first place. Ever so sorry that I inconvenienced you.

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[idolstolemylook]

I meant don't go after a fucking vampire alone.

[It's a really, really good thing you can't hear or see him, Wes.]

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[demonologist]

I wasn't alone. And if you're going to lecture me, at least have the courtesy to do it face to face.

[Sorry, Spike he's in a shirty mood. Dying and then coming back isn't all that fun.]

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[idolstolemylook]

All right then. I don't like this texty thing anyway. Can't see anyone's face.

[Yes, Wesley. He's coming.]

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[demonologist]

Smuggle in something with a kick, will you please?

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[idolstolemylook]

What do you think I've been doing, these weeks?

[And he's on his way. Nothing better to do, he tells himself. He's missed having Wesley around... to irritate. And eat. Yeah.

He pops his head into the doorway, a familiar sight around the hospital by now though amazingly, he hasn't caused enough trouble for people to kick him out. In fact, the nurses were fairly impressed by his obvious devotion to the blond girl who'd been here, even if the man did seem to be drunk. A lot.]

Special delivery.

[action] YAY!!! \o/

[demonologist]

[Wes has been caught almost drifting off into a nap. He sits up, trying to look more alert. Of course, he's on pain meds again and so things are a little spacy. He smiles when he sees who it is. It's the drugs, obviously.]

Spike.

[The word comes out croaky, with a broken sort of catch in the middle, almost a squeak. He makes a pained grimace and then reaches for the pen and pad of note-paper by his bed. He scribbles a message.]

Sorry, I'm not supposed to talk for at least a day. Vocal chords are still healing.

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[idolstolemylook]

[Spike looks like he's trying not to laugh. Then he laughs, and it becomes apparent that he wasn't trying.]

Well look at you. All blissed out an' silent. S'like a dream come true, it is. Guess you shouldn't be having any of this, either.

[He pulls a small flask from inside his coat and takes a pull.]

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[demonologist]

[Wes levels him with a baleful glare. Then writes something emphatically in capitals on his notepad. There are clearly a lot of exclamation marks. He holds his message up, imperiously.]

GIVE. NOW!!!!!!

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[idolstolemylook]

[Spike laughs again and hands it over.]

Now this is just adorable.

[action] stop being awesome, don't want you to go to the block party!

[demonologist]

[Wes glares some more and takes a decent swallow. Then chokes a bit since it stings much more than it normally would. He determinedly takes another sip and then finally hands it back. He rips off the top paper, scrunches it up and begins writing again.]

It's only temporary. So don't get too used to it.

[action] <3

[idolstolemylook]

[Spike is grinning. Because it's funny, of course. No other reason.]

So basically I can call you watcher-boy an' sweetie an' Mr. Wanky-Pants and you can't do anything about it, right?

[action] <3 back at ya

[demonologist]

[Wes is now going to throw a wad of paper at you, Spike. Ineffective as it may be, his aim is very good.]

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[idolstolemylook]

[Spike catches it. And something occurs to him.]

You know the Slayer's all right, yeah? Came out of it a few days ago.

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[demonologist]

[Wes nods briefly and damn it, he's forgotten that that hurts too. Although it's not too bad, thanks to the meds.]

I asked one of the nurses. I'm glad. You're looking less mopey, for one thing.