[ All things considered, this recovery isn't anywhere near as miserable as getting tossed around like a ragdoll by Armand. But getting shot in the dick is still getting shot in the dick, and Spike's inclined to lay low when half the manor is still out for his blood.
So he's in the crypt when Set finds him, propped up on his pillows in bed. Nat and her friends have cleared out, but he hasn't exactly gotten around to tidying since--more soda and chip bags lying around than usual, game consoles and DVDs out of place.
More notably, though, Spike's very naked. Bruises and cuts still healing on his face and torso, dark red sheets pulled low over his hips. He's holding a sad bag of frozen peas on top of the fabric over his groin, his other arm slung behind the pillow. ]
Very canceled.
[ Deadpan, as Set announces himself. Spike doesn't sit up properly, just shifts to get a better look at him, one brow arching. ]
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So he's in the crypt when Set finds him, propped up on his pillows in bed. Nat and her friends have cleared out, but he hasn't exactly gotten around to tidying since--more soda and chip bags lying around than usual, game consoles and DVDs out of place.
More notably, though, Spike's very naked. Bruises and cuts still healing on his face and torso, dark red sheets pulled low over his hips. He's holding a sad bag of frozen peas on top of the fabric over his groin, his other arm slung behind the pillow. ]
Very canceled.
[ Deadpan, as Set announces himself. Spike doesn't sit up properly, just shifts to get a better look at him, one brow arching. ]
You're the MILF, yeah?