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[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

This is Spoon. Spoon's morning can be summed up by a...meeting, which pretty much lead to him feeling rather, well...this.

Right at this very moment he's got a bottle of Ouzo and his back against a wall. He's not going for a dark corner, he's just...feeling like having a wall is a good idea right now.

Sliver of God whut?

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[killitwithfire]

Axel doesn't say anything, as he sits down next to Spoon.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Teenage girl thinks I'm God!"

This about sums it up, dunnit?

[killitwithfire]

"Are you serious?"

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Do I look serious?" Answer: No. He looks terrified. Could be the same result.

[killitwithfire]

"...Damn. I take it you weren't able to disillusion her?"

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Ended up calling for mum and running away." Only sane move. Spoon leaaaaaaaans over and rests his head on Axel's coat.

[killitwithfire]

Axel reaches up, and wraps an arm around his shoulder.

"That bad, huh?"

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Teenage girl also declared herself my slave and expected...not just feared, but bloody expected that I'd kill her." Spoon says, continuing to lean.

[killitwithfire]

For Spoon's sake, Axel isn't laughing.

"That's one of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard, you know."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Innit?" Spoon asks, shuddering, "God-ranked does not mean God. Bloody...she thought I was going to kill her."

[killitwithfire]

"Why the hell would she think that?"

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"I don't know." Spoon says, "I just...I don't know. I wonder if she's working for the cows."

[killitwithfire]

"What could a teenager have to gain from working with them?" Axel asks. "Most teenagers I know of eat cows."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

The wave of dogs comes first, Magic in the lead - Ace had taken them out back to run them until they could run no more.

Spoon Spoon Spoon I found a STICK Spoon here have a STICK it is MINE but you can have it STICK!

Magic is a very excited (and rather tired) puppy, that's for sure.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon grins and hefts the entire Doberman-stick mess into the air and then kisses her nose, So you did!

Mmmaaaaybe he's been spending a lot of time with a six-year-old.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace is last through the door, carrying Leela (who's paws just won't carry her as far as her friends). She even makes it half-way across the bar before the color of the beads in Spoon's hair registers (mostly because it was obscured earlier by Doberman)

...

Ace is going to need a moment to scrape her jaw off the floor.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Platinum!" Spoon states through a face full of Doberman tongue, "Not silver!"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace blinks at him once, twice.

Then calmly walks over and punches him hard (and that snap was a bone in her hand, again) in the shoulder, before sitting down.
"That was f'scarin' years off m'life. Git."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"AUGH!" Spoon says intelligently, "Your hand!"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"What?" Ace gives him a very bemused look. "It's practically healed already. See?" She wiggles her fingers at him to prove that she is not irreparably maimed.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"But you hurt yourself!" for someone who took a silver crossbow bolt across the face, he's remarkably freaked out.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Kettle? Pot called, y'black." Ace snorts. "It's just a little bone, get a grip. There, see? All better."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"But you hurt yourself!" This is an important distinction to Spoon, "Self! Hurting! Ace should not hurt!"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Spoon is treated to a purely tweenager eyeroll.

"I messed up the punch, it happens a lot. An' I thought we got over this 'Ace shouldn't get hurt' business - I get hurt. I get hurt a lot. Sometimes I get killed, an' damn if that doesn't usually hurt like the dickens. A'right? I'm not a china doll, I won't break. Promise."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"You hurt yourself hitting me." Spoon points out rationally. Obviously he needs to be softer. Build up fat, or something. De-bone himself?