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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[gottaknockhard]

[He glances at Ein, who seems to be attentively listening to them now. Dogs are strange like that.]

Not really. I'm just holding onto him for a while.

[wield]

[ Buffy tilts her head at Ein some, a confused look on her face. As far as holding onto the dog, she was pretty sure she knew what that meant. ]

Inherited, huh?

[gottaknockhard]

[As if Ein would have ever left Ed's side if given half the chance. This isn't the place for him, even without her.

It isn't like Spike ever thinks of these things anyway.]

Sort of. The castle is big into regifting.

[wield]

[ She nods, taking another sip. ]

That's... one way of putting it.

[gottaknockhard]

I get back at it in my own way.

[Getting everyone's journal a little chewed on definitely makes up for years of horrible gifts.]