61; action/dictated

[gottaknockhard]

[Maybe it's all the weird shit that keeps happening that drives Spike to do something completely normal, because today he's outside walking a dog. (The one he couldn't get rid of even after he disappeared for a few days.) Either that, or the dog wouldn't leave him alone until he got out of his room.

Judging from his face, he isn't enjoying it as much as Ein is. Just keeps his eyes forward and walks like a zombie in a puffy coat through town.]

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[Later -- Spike can be found in the castle lobby, trying to sleep on a couch while a dog is nearby, busy working to get his journal open. It's only when he starts barking at it that Spike looks over to see what he's doing.]

Let me know if you get to the bottom of it. [When Ein lifts his head up in response, he smiles slightly. Sometimes it's almost like he understands.] Or use it as a chew toy. You'll get better use out of that thing than I do.

[That thought amuses him as he closes his eyes and rolls back over to nap, completely missing the soft whine coming from his roommate. The exciting life of a cowboy.]


ooc: open to action anywhere or the journal!

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[samson]

[What a coincidence -- Brock is walking a dog, too.

Kate's dog.

It still hates Spike.]

When did you get a dog?

foreverrr

[gottaknockhard]

[It's a good thing he has Ein to act as a middle man. If only Spike appreciated it... Right now, he's just going to pretend the dogs aren't there and they're talking about something else.]

It's a long story.

[samson]

[Churchill at least is too distracted by Ein to bother growling that much in Spike's direction. Dog friends, just what Spike's life needs.

It takes Brock a second, but ...] Is this your Christmas present from the castle.

[gottaknockhard]

[Since they're stopped and all, he takes the opportunity to fish out a cigarette. Smoke should help with the growling! -- Ein seems curious though, barking a friendly hello to his new acquaintance. Later they can hang out and swap stories about Spike. Destined best friends.]

I stand corrected.

[samson]

It's a pretty standard asshole castle move.

[He has long ago surmised that Spike doesn't like animals ...]

You name him?

Dictated forever

[onlyanapple]

Do I eve want to know what you're doing?

[gottaknockhard]

[At least that was only coming from the journal. He opens an eye to glance at Ein again, who barks helpfully.]

That page is a good one to start with.

[onlyanapple]

...Since when did you have a dog? I thought you hated all living things.

[gottaknockhard]

I'm just full of surprises.

[onlyanapple]

And you're teaching it to eat the journal.

[fanstheflame]

[Ino had finally woken up, but - well - she needed rest, and a lot of other people had wanted to see her. so he was giving her some much-needed space and taking a walk to clear his head. the morning had given him a lot to take in, and it was good to breathe the cold air, feel it blow though him - as though it was clearing him out, cleaning everything off, making it easier to see and sort through.

he's not so lost in his own thoughts that he doesn't see the little dog, though, and he pauses to watch him and his owner approach. he's never seen a dog like that, and offers a wave as they come closer]

Morning.

[gottaknockhard]

[Ein seems cheerful and polite when he gets noticed, lifting his head at the stranger and smiling the way dogs do. The man holding the leash only nods.]

Hey.

[fanstheflame]

[whoever said dogs are mirrors of their owners clearly never met these two.]

That's an interesting dog you have ... what kind of dog is he? I've never seen one before.

[gottaknockhard]

[Ein enjoys a compliment; he walks over, practically insisting to be petted. In the meantime, Spike is adding this to his list of reasons he doesn't like dog walking. Too many excuses for someone to stop you.]

Nothing special. [And the fact that he knows this still baffles him--] He's a welsh corgi.

[fanstheflame]

[he kneels down to oblige, then fishes in his pocket until he finds the packet of homemade jerky he bribes Crowley's cats with]. I've never heard of them. .... You mind if people feed him?

[wield]

[ Buffy was making her way back to her room with a big mug of hot chocolate when she spotted the dog tearing away at the journal. Her eyes followed the sound of the voice who seemed to be commanding the dog back to Spike, who lay lethargically on the couch. ]

Careful. Castle might all the sudden decide to punish everyone who let their journal get chewed on by a dog.

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike peeks open a closed eye to spot the familiar blonde. Despite how very real that joking threat should seem, it gets a grin out of him. Tempting fate isn't anything new.]

What's the worst that could happen?

[wield]

[ She shrugs, making sure she's not spilling anywhere. ]

I always find saying that around a magical castle that can pretty much do whatever it wants? Not the smartest of ideas.

[gottaknockhard]

[Funnily enough, the last time he did that, he was chased by demons for a week. So he probably shouldn't shrug back like he is right now.]

Yeah, that's definitely not something you want to challenge.

[wield]

[ That'll get her to smirk. ]

Your dog?

[Action] OMG DOG WALKING!

[yay_heiress]

[It was a chilly day, and London was out happily walking her beloved Pomeranian Ivanna. Not only was London bundled up, but so was Ivanna, wearing a pink puppy parka with a rhinestone trimmed hood. Extravagant? Of course. But that's London.

She starts happily when she spots Spike.]

Hey! You have a dog too?


[[OOC: Super late. Sorry!]]

[Action] <:

[gottaknockhard]

[...Look at the bright side, Spike. The castle could have left you one of those. He recognizes London though, back when she tried being helpful, and unfortunately that means he can't blow her off.]

No, I don't.

[Action]

[yay_heiress]

[London crinkles her nose in confusion, tilting her head.]

Wait... [She points at Ein.] So that's not a dog?

[Action]

[gottaknockhard]

[Sigh, London. He could joke that it's not and see if she buys it, but that might drag things out.]

I'm just taking him on a walk. [Which doesn't mean it's his dog. This is a temporary arrangement.]

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[yay_heiress]

[Good choice. She would totally buy it. ]

Ohhh. You're a dog walker? Huh. Talk about bottom of the barrel.
[Heh. She's from a sitcom.]