paradisa | 007//Dictated / Action

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007//Dictated / Action

[Someone has discovered the firing range, a revelation made apparent by the fact that he has left the journal open with absolutely no regard for others' hearing as he fires off a few shots. There's a pause, as he takes his time reloading.]

In the future, it would be best if people avoided interfering with my personal business.

[His voice is its usual monotone, but it's clear he hasn't forgotten about being rudely interrupted in his attempts to punch Spike's face in back during the camp loss. He's just been letting his irritation stew for a bit. There are a few more shots before he does everyone the favor of closing his journal.]

[OOC: Journal or action, should anyone want to yell at him or just stare at someone doing target practice in a suit.]

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An' who's sayin' so?

If it concerned you, you would already know.

[Don't mind him... he's a cryptic asshole by default.]

Well, that's no help, then, is it? How'm I supposed ta stay outta yer business, f'I dunno who y'are?

You're interfering now.

What, by usin' common fuckin' sense?!

[Spike's been expecting him to pipe up eventually about that. Although he doesn't entirely buy that it hadn't been exactly what he wanted to happen.]

That's kind of an ironic thing to say to the journal.

I would have been more direct, but introductions were never made.

[He's not getting them now either.]

I don't know how we missed those.

Perhaps you can pass on the message.

To who?

Your blonde friend.

[... That makes it harder to pretend to be ignorant. Jo meant well, but the last thing he wanted was to make Vicious aware of her again.]

You could say the same to yours.

He's not mine. And you started this little game yourself.

[Because he may have paid you back, but he hasn't forgiven, even if Gren probably has.]

[Honestly, he couldn't care less about being forgiven. If anything, he feels slighted to be taken so lightly.]

I guess if you want to get technical about it.

I do.

[He's exacting, in that extremely petty sort of way.]

Next time, no interference.

[Not that he thought Spike had planned it that way.]

[At least one of them didn't. Spike may have his mind on other things lately, but two of those comments rub him the wrong way.]

Is that a promise?

If you'd like.

[Not that his promises are worth much, reliant as they are on his mood at the time.]

[Hey, as long as he's focusing on him and not the unlucky people who call him a friend, Spike will take it. And just part of him likes to push it when he knows he's found a sore spot. He's not used to having much of a hand to play with.]

You might want to come armed next time.

I'll make a note of it.

[Yeah. This is a smart move on his part.]

If you need to write it down, you really must be getting old.

It's just that the things you say are so rarely memorable.

Must be why I feel the need to overcompensate.

A reason among many, I'm sure.

[So they're just making pot shots now, huh?]

Good one.

[Well, he makes it so easy. Vicious just laughs, but then joke time is over.]

Remember what I said.

[Because if something comes between them again, he's going to resort to being more underhanded, and Spike wouldn't like that.]

[He considered that a risk from the start. Not much has changed, except for one little factor... Spike will act as normal as he can to keep Vicious from noticing.]

Don't be a hypocrite now.

I'll do my best.

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