02 [Location: Castle Summers ] - Moving Day!

[loves_bitch]

Buffy invited Spike to live in the castle.

So, here he is, at the castle door. Maybe he should have checked the tablet thingy to see if Buffy was here before he showed up but he didn't exactly have a lot of things to pack. In fact, he has a suitcase that seems to have had a hard time recently and nothing else.

So, does anyone hear it if you knock on a castle door? He hasn't been in a castle in a significant number of years and doesn't recall having knocked when he was in on last. He needs a cigarette in the worst way.

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[loves_bitch]

"I don't know either but since they're supposed to react like normal people, I imagine there would be some flailing and shrieking and romping about all shirty." Spike follows her toward the stairs, a smirk on his face for a few brief moments.

"You got somethin' picked out for me?"

Oh that Spike, he's a helper.

[buffy_slayer]

Not looking back, not looking back, no way.

"There's a bunch of rooms up here, which means you get to pick your own."

She'll make sure he doesn't pick hers.

[loves_bitch]

He wouldn't want to live in her room. Stay for awhile, sure, but he does want a room or five of his own. "Oh good. I'm looking forward to trying a number of different beds until I find one I like."

This is just too easy, even if he's being entirely serious about what he's saying.

[buffy_slayer]

"Oh, I'm sure there's a few that you could try... out..." Oh, she might as well give this one up.

"I really am not helping myself out at all, am I."

[loves_bitch]

"Not much, pet. I can't help myself when you make it that simple. I'm a bad, bad man."

He's an amused man, certainly.

[buffy_slayer]

"And you don't sound sorry at all." Her tone is amused, like she doesn't necessarily mind that he isn't.

[loves_bitch]

"Maybe a little bit."

He peeks into a room as they go by it, trying to determine where in the structure of the place they are and what the rooms look like.

[buffy_slayer]

"Mm hmm." She just shakes her head and continues down the hall. Room after room, and after the end of it there's a stairwell up to presumably even more space.

Buffy stops here to turn and look at him.

"Anything here strike your fancy?"

[loves_bitch]

Spike turns from looking into one of the rooms to look at her.

And it isn't long before that look turns into a look. "Always has, pet."

He gives that a few beats to let that sink in before he continues on, "But if you're talking about rooms, I could make do with the linked pair back there."

[buffy_slayer]

Buffy just smiles slightly in return, from where she's leaning up against the wall. She might have said that on purpose, and there's a certain readiness in her stance, like she's prepared to meet him in the middle.

"Rooms. Right. You should have all the necessary furniture bits in there. Possibly even a vanity table!"

[loves_bitch]

"And we all know how I like to take my time prettying up in the morning." Spike makes his way over to her and leans in toward her. He's going to go into the room next to her.

Really.

[buffy_slayer]

Of course he is, and Buffy doesn't move an inch.

He's got plenty of room to get there, after all.

[loves_bitch]

He isn't sure how to react to the lack of a reaction. It isn't discouraging or running away but it isn't encouraging and asking him to sweep her off of her feet, either. Reaching up, he tucks strands of hair behind her ear, smiling softly down at her.

[buffy_slayer]

"We're... probably going to want to talk about this if you're going to be living here."

It's not that she's necessarily adverse to this, especially considering how things had been going back in Vegas.

But this is different. Somehow.

[loves_bitch]

"Seems a good place to start."

Actually, somewhere else seems a better place to start but if they can't start there, talking about it is better than fighting about it. Spike moves past her and enters into the room he's seemingly chosen somewhat at random. It seemslike a good room. It has the things that rooms need and the bed is 4 poster with curtains and everything. He nods, letting the suitcase fall and turns to look at Buffy.

"Take a seat." There are chairs in here after all.

[buffy_slayer]

A nod, and she follows him in, taking the first chair.

"This seems nice. Very room-like."

Much like hers, except without the mess.

[loves_bitch]

"I do like rooms that are room like."

Spike sinks down into one of the chairs where he can look at her without having to turn too much.

"So. Where do you want to start?"

[buffy_slayer]

"At the beginning?"

She shrugs and smiles, trying to inject a little bit of humor into this. It might have been easier just to start things in the hallway, with the hair-tucking and getting close and whatever might happen then, but Buffy's never been one to make things easier for herself.

"You and your... Buffy, what happened there?"

[loves_bitch]

"That's a bit of a story in the telling but mostly it ends up with me going up in flames and light and then ending up with Angel in Los Angeles."

Spike shrugs a bit, "I can fill in details before that if you'd need them. I spent time with Angel and we sort of figured some things out and went through another end of the world sort of thing."

[buffy_slayer]

Buffy nods.

"That's what happened for my Sp---I mean, the Spike where I was at. That other one. You know what I mean."

Different timelines make things SO confusing.

"I just wanted to make sure. Of certain things. Um. It's all OK."

[loves_bitch]

"It's all okay?"

Spike lets the rest of that go, for now at least, and leans toward her intently. "What happened for you? You menioned Las Vegas..."

[buffy_slayer]

"Well, if you were from sometime before L.A., our conversation might take a slightly different direction."

Like kicking him out and making sure he didn't come back, depending on from how much further back.

"We ended up in LA, to help Angel with yet another world ending catastrophe, and after we saved the day, I decided not to stay in LA. Went to Vegas, following everyone else. Including you."

That was the part she hadn't mentioned before, in the bar.

[loves_bitch]

"I was from after LA, actually. I think, though, what happened for you in LA and what happened for me there is a bit different." There is a small frown on his face as he tries to figure it out - where the split is between their experiences.

[buffy_slayer]

"Did your LA involve me fighting Angelus? Because if not..."

Easiest way to tell, really.

[loves_bitch]

"Uh. No."

Spike shakes his head, looking a bit bewildered by that, "You didn't ever show up in LA where I'm from. We saw you, briefly, in Italy...."