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[gottaknockhard]

[Spike isn't surprised to wake up on a couch in the lobby, even if he doesn't particularly remember falling asleep there. It's near the bar he'd spent his evening at (away from the babies!), and when you're recovering from a bullet wound in your leg, a nearby couch seems a lot more appealing than the hike to his room.

What's more surprising, is rolling over and sliding right off said couch onto a floor that is suddenly a lot further away than he remembers.]

Ow! ... Oh, what the hell? [And his voice is different. Also... arms are... scaly. What -- is that journal always doing open on the floor?

Every damn time.]


ooc: Re: loss! Open over the journal/in person.

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[wilder]

[With the babies gone, Zelos finally opened up the journal to hear-- This]

Spike?! [SINCE WHEN DO YOU SWEAR]

[delincuente]

[... ???]

Dude. Who pissed in your Froot Loops?

[gottaknockhard]

[Yeah, he's getting more of that muttered swearing while Spike flexes these weird purple claw-things. Maybe he's just... on drugs... That could happen.]

[wilder]

Oh....and you're swearing even more. Great.

[I'm gonna be in so much trouble]

[gottaknockhard]

[Feeling the sympathy over here. Also not freaked out at all...]

Take one guess.

[gottaknockhard]

[Wow, could you give a guy a break? People swear all the time!]

You could close the journal if it bothers you.

[wilder]

-- Okay I go away for a week and you develop a serious attitude.

This is so not my fault.

[delincuente]

[She starts to formulate an answer, but-]

Nah, I don't really feel like it. So what's up?

[gottaknockhard]

[... Oh god, is there more to this?]

What?

[3_butterflies]

[Fluttershy, wanting some comfort due to this whole baby nonsense, is happy to see him as she approaches.]

Hello, Spike...

[gottaknockhard]

[Stupid journal just had to make it public.]

Hell if I know.

[delincuente]

[In a bit of a jesting, patronizing voice:]

Did someone learn a new word today?

[gottaknockhard]

[He turns immediately, looking beyond weirded out to see who is approaching. He was going to try and keep whatever this is on the down low, so how does a yellow pony know his name?]

Hey...

[3_butterflies]

I was looking for you... Are you busy...?

[gottaknockhard]

[He hates his voice already.]

I guess so.

[gottaknockhard]

[... Okay.]

You were looking for me?

[3_butterflies]

I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?

... But if you don't want to, that's okay, I understand...

[delincuente]

Jeez, sorry for catching you on a bad day.

[Okay, now she's starting to get a little concerned. Little bro... ]

Anytime you feel like telling me what's pissing you off...

[gottaknockhard]

[This is too much. Spike just shakes his head and starts walking away. Also having some issues with the tail that's following him... Seriously, was his karma that bad?]

They're pushing it.

[gottaknockhard]

The castle.

[Also kind of getting the vibe that she knows him... did someone else he knows get their voiced changed, or what?]

[delincuente]

What'd it do this time?

[3_butterflies]

[;; wahhhhh! She whines, and calls out after him, apologetic.]

I-I'm sorry! I won't bother you anymore!

[gottaknockhard]

You can't tell?

[gottaknockhard]

[Good job, Spike. You hurt the magic yellow pony's feelings. ... But no, he just can't. All she gets is a curt backwards wave.

He really needs to find a rock to fall asleep under until this wears off.]

[wilder]

What? Last I talked to you, you were the same as ever.

...Wonder if people can hit puberty without aging. Huh.