[ been there, done that. fried a chip, that is. it was all very dramatic. ] Not yet. But he looks shifty. I'll be ready.
[ spike narrows his eyes and stares at the bird harder, not bothering to take his gaze away to look at poe even once. even through the downpour he had smelled the man's arrival. he walked like a hero type, too. he could really do without the image of a jaw he already knows is beyond chiseled. ]
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[ spike narrows his eyes and stares at the bird harder, not bothering to take his gaze away to look at poe even once. even through the downpour he had smelled the man's arrival. he walked like a hero type, too. he could really do without the image of a jaw he already knows is beyond chiseled. ]