shinybaldhead | IC INBOX

What? No... [ and he didn't. spike scrunched his face up, hands falling to his knees as he swung his legs idly back and forth. ] No.

Did Fred talk to you? About me... staying here? More permanent-like. [ his gaze darted around a little, but he was trying not to focus on anything but charles. ]

... yeah.

[ He's quiet for a moment, even as he fills up his glass with water from the tap nearby, before taking a sip and turning his back to the sink. He leans on it, even if he doesn't quite hop up on it like Spike does. ]

She might've mentioned something about it. You seriously considering it?

[ He keeps his tone carefully neutral. ]

[ he looked down at his knees and shrugged. ]

Yeah? I mean... Only if you're cool with it, obviously. I'm used to living in tight quarters these days.

Actually, always have been. [ aka even his small flat in thor had become vacuous and lonely. esp since he kept losing suitemates. ]

Well.

[ He takes a long drink from the glass, eyebrows knitting thoughtfully. ]

We've got the extra room. And Fred likes having you around. [ Gunn pauses, seeming to deliberate, and then: ] You play video games at all?

[ that gets a grin, his head popping up. ]

Hell yeah. Watchu got? Mario? Grand Theft Auto?

[ The grin seems to put him a little at ease, and he shrugs one shoulder. ]

Some fightin' games, mostly. Let me know when you feel like getting your ass beat and I'll show you.

[ he hopped up like let's get to it! but then he's frowning, the words catching up to his understanding. he's not that quick okay. spike gestured to himself, vaguely, frown turning confused. ] Does that mean...? [ i can stay? ]

[ Hey, Fred wanted it, right? He never had a chance. ]

Like I said, man: we've got an extra room. Safety in numbers, right? I gave Angel a chance.

And look how well that turned out for you. [ oh god why does he speak. spike grimaced - big, looking down at his boots. but he's attempting to recover quickly, swallowing and looking back up - a little lost but mostly with it. as with it as spike ever gets. ]

Sorry. Old habits die hard.

[ Gunn simply shakes his head, lifting his own hand to try to wave it off. ] Hey, he and I don't always see eye to eye either. But - and I can't believe I'm saying this, trust me - but we've got enough fights without picking even more. Look: I'm down with seeing how it goes. Maybe not as roomy as the hotel, but...

Wouldn't want to stay in that dusty hotel anyway. [ it's too quick, but gunn doesn't know about wolfram & hart. he doesn't know how badly angel fucked it all up. spike swallows, looking down again, balling his fists at his sides. he's angry, for what happened to gunn because of angel. he's even angrier that he can't say a word about it. all he wants is to be here, with two people he actually gives a shit about. ]

Just give us a chance, yeah? [ slowly his eyes flick back up, and he lets go of the tension in his hands. ] You won't even know we're here.

[ The anger catches him off guard, and briefly he wonders what Spike knows, if there's something they're not being told. And then, without having to dwell on it, he thinks - yeah. Of course there's something they're not being told. The future never seemed particularly pretty on paper, did it? But they had to persevere, and so they would.

He shrugs, hands up. ]

Not a problem, dude. Just let me know if you need help moving, right?

[ And then he'll mock-punch Spike's upper arm, before making a face and shaking his head, apparently intending to head back to the couch. ]

-- that was awkward. I won't do that again.

[ he looks down at his arm, staring for seconds after gunn has already started for the other room. then he just - laughs. it's a little abrupt, but it's a good laugh. it's good to laugh, at all. ]

It wasn't so bad. Probably will take you up on that moving thing, though.

[ He's cracking up a little himself as he stretches his arm over the back of the couch, shaking his head. ]

Yeah, no problem. Welcome house's just about empty, anyway, isn't it?

...Guess it is. Stopped getting attached to my suitemates, I'll say that much.

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