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3:58 PM
[ The varying successes of yesterdays hunt has left Spike in a state of comfortable confidence, as always bordering on arrogance. He's spent most of the day lounging about the apartment, smoking and drinking and enjoying the sensation of being truly well fed for the first time in far too long. Not just on blood, but on adrenaline as well — it was fun, nearly as fun as it is to wait and see if the boyscouts actually retaliate like they so frequently threaten.
Of course, Spike isn't good at waiting. Sometime after nightfall he leaves the apartment with the intent of getting some fresh air and take a stroll. Maybe round up a straggler. If nothing has happened this far, surely it won't now. ]
Of course, Spike isn't good at waiting. Sometime after nightfall he leaves the apartment with the intent of getting some fresh air and take a stroll. Maybe round up a straggler. If nothing has happened this far, surely it won't now. ]