[ spike all but flops next to her at the offer, hanging his head in his hands. god, this place sucks. and her stupid blonde hair reminds him of buffy and that sucks even more. he keeps opening his mouth to speak, then remembering himself and taking out the phone he was given. it's a lot fancier than anything he's ever seen, and he turns it over in his hands a few times before trying to put his despair into words. ]
Don't suppose you're a witch or something handy like that?
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Don't suppose you're a witch or something handy like that?