Watching Passions... [Locked to Angelus]

[pubkeeper]

Spike sat in his flat watching his favorite program on the telly. For some reason it didn't have that stupid doll on anymore so he felt it didn't have the same charm that it used to have.

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[notstakedyet]

Without so much as a by your leave, Angelus walked in. He held a hand out to playfully whap Spike over the head as he passed. "Spike, my boy, how's it going?"

[pubkeeper]

Spike looks up and gives Angelus an annoyed look. "Who the bloody hell invited you in here? Thought you finally got brain in your head and split town."

[notstakedyet]

Angelus took a seat, making himself comfortable. "Could I leave you without saying a proper good-bye?"

[pubkeeper]

Spike flicks some cigarette ash Angelus's way. "Never bothered you before. Sod off."