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Spike ([info]bloodislove) wrote in [info]dunwichgame,
Spike/Gilmore
"Yeah. Thanks, but no thanks. Seen transfiguration before, I'd rather burn up as myself then twitch about with too many legs or no thumbs," Spike gave a single shake of his head, though he picked his words carefully, not missing how other other was apparently able to do such a spell at the drop of a hat.

As the other's eyes lit up and the rune appeared, Spike started to have second thoughts about his own offer. It was, however, too late as he felt the garment shift and change around him. At the first glance of fabric he went completely and utterly still, unwilling to risk interruptng... whatever was happening.

As the fabric tucked itself in around him he noted the color with a small roll of his eyes, though he supposed he shouldn't have assumed differently with the other's powers already being shown off and thematic. And, as the transformation was completed, he did feel an instant lessening of the stinging sensation of indirect sunlight, even around his neck that hadn't been so well sheilded. The proper brim was good, too, and he blinked a few times to clear his vision, huffing a short laugh at the comment about his hands.

"Sure. Because you're so clearly hands-off," he returned. The new headgear was certainly no less discreet, and the guy might've at least made it black (if that was even possible), but Spike was a survivalist. He didn't want to see what somebody with this amount of on-hand power would do when he was feeling less generous and more annoyed. At least, not yet.

Sticking his hands in his pockets purposefully, Spike's eyes crinked slightly as he grinned.

"So. S'pose introductions are in order, since you've already tickled me with your own touch," he chuckled, relaxing slightly. At least somebody as weird as he was being around meant Spike probably wasn't dead, which was a decent enough thing to cross off the 'what the hell just happened' list. His gaze shifted slightly as he settled, shining with more curiosity than caution. "I'm Spike. Originally from Earth. Or, an Earth, I suppose.. Pleased to meet you."


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