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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[buffy_slayer]

"I think the answer to that is yes."

Buffy shrugs, fiddling with the seam on her chair.

"It was the same up through Sunnydale going boom, right? Obviously we split off from there."

[loves_bitch]

"Yeah. I put on the shiny bauble of doom and went up in a pillar of light and flame and then woke up all ghosty-like in Los Angelus. This sound familiar at all?"

Spike looks at her, trying to figure it out.

[buffy_slayer]

A nod at that.

"Yeah, we had that too. That's apparently while I was in Cleveland... didn't see you until we all showed up in LA for the final showdown. It was... it was a bit of a shock."

[loves_bitch]

"I'm not entirely sure where you went. Angel said he knew but the ponce could have been lying to taunt me for all I know." Spike frowns a little bit differently, trying to figure it all out.

"It has to have been something just after the end, I imagine."

[buffy_slayer]

"Oh... wait. Did your Potentials end up losing their slayer powers?"

That was a major unexpected glitch in their plans -- their army of powerful women, reduced in a second back to only a few that were then picked off one by one.

[loves_bitch]

Spike tilts his head, looking thoughtful, "You know, I don't know. I was mostly dead at that point."

[buffy_slayer]

Buffy laughs once, more of a snort.

"Good point. I'm guessing that might be where things went all pear-shaped differently than your pear-shaped Angel troubles."

[loves_bitch]

"That sounds like where it must be, though I can't point toward one thing in there that would matter."

Spike chuckles softly, "Then again, it might not be a large thing that would be different to start with."

[buffy_slayer]

"Isn't there something about butterfly wings and Ashton Kutcher in there somewhere?"

Buffy leans her head on her hand, smiling back across at him.

[loves_bitch]

"I should hope not. He doesn't deserve to be anywhere near my goings on. I'd lose any credibility I have left."

[buffy_slayer]

"Now that we've determined that Kutcher isn't involved in any way, what happens now?"

Like that was the one thing she'd be waiting for.

[loves_bitch]

"I think that puts us back where we were when we started this conversation. Unless I was totally misjudging where we were at the begining of this, which would not be the first time I didn't read my script closely enough."

[buffy_slayer]

"Back at the beginning, with the potential awkwardness of figuring out how this is all going to work. Or if we even want to try to make it work. Or if it's something that should wait, or not, or..."

She shrugs. Questions with no easy answers, in her opinion.

[loves_bitch]

"Well, that's partially up to you as well. I wouldn't mind attempting to figure out something between us but I don't know what you want. Not just right now but going foward too."

Spike leans back in his chair, looking toward her.

[buffy_slayer]

"Things with you... with my Spike, back in Vegas, they were..."

There's some hand waving, as she tries to find the right words.

"Things were going in a Direction that I was interested in exploring."

[loves_bitch]

"Well, I suppose we can figure that out, then. See if we're going the same direction here." Spike smiles but it is a warm smile, instead of the usual wolfish grin.

[buffy_slayer]

"OK, good. So we're starting from the same spot at least."

She's kinda flailing now, getting up to pace a little.

"I guess we don't really have any place to go on dates or anything, but are we trying for the sort of thing that involves ice cream sundaes and moonlit walks?"

[loves_bitch]

Spike arches a brow at Buffy and starts to say something and then stops, thinking about it. "Well, I don't know what's going on around here. I was going to say that we didn't seem like the sundaes and moonlit walks sort but..."

He shrugs, lifting a shoulder, "Not much else to do around here, it seems, is there?"

[buffy_slayer]

"What sort do you think that we are?"

It does seem like she's asking more out of curiosity than anything else, paused a few feet into her pacing.

[loves_bitch]

"Well, from what I remember, we were more save the world or die trying and maybe some buffalo wings or pancakes before but then again, you never did seem to show much preferences in food or drink - other than not bad." Spike smiles at her, looking thoughtful at the same time as he tries to remember her favorites.

[buffy_slayer]

Huh. He's right -- it wasn't until Vegas and her insistence on the Official Date that they'd even tried something more... structured.

"We've got a lack of world-ending, it seems. There's less of a need to carb up for a busy day of... walking around doing nothing."

Not that it's bothering her.
Ok, maybe it is a little bit.

[loves_bitch]

"A bit of action junkie let down, right? Yeah, I get the feeling that's going to happen in this place. Hasn't hit me yet but it will, sooner or later."

Spike smiles at her, "What is your favorite food, anyway, pet?"

[buffy_slayer]

Buffy flops in a chair again, tapping a finger against her lips as she thinks.

"Waffles. With strawberries, and real maple syrup on the side."

Just like Mom used to make.

[loves_bitch]

"Syrup on the side?"

Spike seems amused by that concession.

[buffy_slayer]

Buffy looks vaguely affronted by what she's perceiving as mocking.

"It keeps them from getting soggy! Plus you can dip your bacon in it."