Spike (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bloodislove) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} dunwichgame, |
The backwards step made Spike's lips quirk upwards at the corner. It was almost a relief, to see somebody reacting properly. He had lived several centuries being feared, loathed, and hated. A short year of being just the former two had been devastating to a being that existed largely on ego alone.
Still, not wanting to start a fight in a situation where he was clearly at an extreme disadvantage, he tempered the smirk and tried to soften his expression, to varying success.
"A+, you know your demons," he chuckled, then shrugged at the question and glanced around him, doublechecking the shadow lines like his skin didn't itch noticeably the closer he got to them. He snorted and shrugged a shoulder indifferently. "Lingering fog. Building shadow's deep enough. Head protection even if I never liked shellfish that much. Just found myself out here a few minutes ago, unexpectedly. I was promised I'd never be flung into mid-daylight anywhere, so I'm assuming whatever's happening is off-script. That, or I have a few employers to visit when I get back."
The last part came out as a lower growl of annoyance. The sun wasn't deadly in this exact position, but it did sting. And the repeated glances at his hat made him surly, even if he'd done plenty more humiliating things to survive in the past. His grin remained, though, the true emotion only flashing briefly through his eyes as he glanced around. Finally a frustrated sigh escaped him.
"Anyway. Lovely chat. Enjoy your visit to... whatever hell this is. Don't mind me, I'm not here to bother anybody I don't know." The last thing he needed was to be picking a fight with somebody who, for all he knew, could whip up more of those shimmery little ribbons to grab and throw him into a direct sunbeam. Since he still didn't see any faces he could recognize and rely on, it was a fool's invitation to cause trouble. His eyes finally tore from the stranger to check out his options again. Lots of buildings, but not many manholes or other signs of sewer systems. Town was probably too small for anything navigable anyway. Spike turned his head forlornly, looking for any business he might be able to shelter in without calling attention to himself until the sun went down.