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paradisa2012-12-28 08:20 am
gottaknockhard) wrote in paradisa2012-12-28 08:20 am
Entry tags:
60; action/dictated
[When Spike came up to his room in the castle, he knew what to expect. Lately there seemed to be a 50/50 chance that someone broke in during the time it took for him to get one drink from the bar. Apparently the holidays were the time of petty theft more than anything.
So it was with muted surprise that he could hear someone rustling around inside as he approached his door. Instead of waiting for him to come out, this time Spike simply reached for his gun and went inside -- ]
...The hell... Ein?
[A friendly 'woof' from the dog on his couch answered his question. Only then did Spike take in the rest of the scene. It looked like Ein had thrown his own party while Spike was away.]
Hey! Get that out of your mouth. [It was too late though. Drool and bite marks were all over the steak he'd been saving in his now-open fridge, and Spike's eyes narrowed. Never mind that he didn't know how long Ein had been stuck in the room with nothing to eat; he was smart enough to wish up some dog food instead of going after what wasn't his. It only occurred to him in retrospect that the dog disappeared months ago, and that his reappearance meant that he was either a new resident, or...
The castle always knew what to get him. Exasperated, he collapsed in his chair, forgotten gun still in hand.] Don't you have your own room?
---
[The voice over the journal sounds disproportionately irritated for someone who was just given a gift from the castle. Judging by the shouted whisper of "quit whining" that comes through the pages, whatever is behind him knows exactly what he's about to do.]
Who wants a dog?
So it was with muted surprise that he could hear someone rustling around inside as he approached his door. Instead of waiting for him to come out, this time Spike simply reached for his gun and went inside -- ]
...The hell... Ein?
[A friendly 'woof' from the dog on his couch answered his question. Only then did Spike take in the rest of the scene. It looked like Ein had thrown his own party while Spike was away.]
Hey! Get that out of your mouth. [It was too late though. Drool and bite marks were all over the steak he'd been saving in his now-open fridge, and Spike's eyes narrowed. Never mind that he didn't know how long Ein had been stuck in the room with nothing to eat; he was smart enough to wish up some dog food instead of going after what wasn't his. It only occurred to him in retrospect that the dog disappeared months ago, and that his reappearance meant that he was either a new resident, or...
The castle always knew what to get him. Exasperated, he collapsed in his chair, forgotten gun still in hand.] Don't you have your own room?
---
[The voice over the journal sounds disproportionately irritated for someone who was just given a gift from the castle. Judging by the shouted whisper of "quit whining" that comes through the pages, whatever is behind him knows exactly what he's about to do.]
Who wants a dog?