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[week 0 ; sunday]

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[ After finally having given in to actually using clothes around here, he's settled for a pair of jeans and a shirt that doesn't have any sleeves. (It's probably a woman's shirt. He doesn't know.)

After mingling with people and getting the food situation squared away... sort of... he's going to see what other things he can find. Mainly if there's any remnants of alcohol in the city. ]

Hmmm... Where to begin.

[ Scoping out the surroundings. ]

[bloodyromance]

[Like a shadow on the wall, Spike goes unseen. Right up until he speaks up.]

Going somewhere, beefcake? You look as if you're searching for something.

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[ Jumps a little when he hears the voice. ]

The name's Kotetsu. Not beefcake. [ Wave, waves hand. ] But I was going to look and see if this place had any alcohol left in it.

[bloodyromance]

I'd be bloody concerned if your name was actually beefcake. Raised by cannibals. Or body builders.

Sounds like fun, though. There's sod all to drink at this hotel and if I have to spend another minute in this city sober, I'll stake myself.

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Maybe even a chef.

I don't think I'd stake myself over it, but it would help with relaxing a bit.

[ having a drink here or there is nice to take the edge off ]

[bloodyromance]

[He's standing about, as he'd like to say, around the hallway, though he does stop at the parlour and the game room, and now he's just... playing cards with himself on the balcony.

Hi Kotetsu. He's got a half empty bottle of wine with him.]

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[ He happens upon him like that. ]

Hey there.

[bloodyromance]

[Gives him a glance and a nod.]

Alright, govna?

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[ There's a shrug. ]

That was quite the stunt you pulled at the end.

[bloodyromance]

Yeah, in retrospect it might not have been the brightest way to do it.

[He pauses.]

Still think it had to have turned out alright in the end, just not in the way I was expecting.

week 3, sunday evening

[bloodyromance]

[Spike will just be around House Two, staring dejectedly into space. He turns to look at Kotetsu when he arrives, and he feels... bad. This feels bad.]

Ah.

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[ He looks at him curiously, but not... judgmental. ]

What happened back there?

[bloodyromance]

[He just limply curls into the couch.]

Someone cursed me.

Now I can't get the cold emptiness out of me. I'm dead, inside and out.

Why does it still hurt?

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[ He frowns, wishing he had something that could counteract that... ]

That... [ Hm. He... isn't sure what words he should even use. ]

I don't know. I don't understand why anyone would do that, either.

[bloodyromance]

[He laughs, short and bitter.] I do. They knew what I was doing.

They wanted to shut me down and thought it'd be funny, or they hoped I'd throw myself onto a wooden stake and die.

Probably Reze or whatever that other prick's name is.

Week 5, Post-Execution

[bloodyromance]

[Spike is sitting alone at the bar, an entire pitcher full of whiskey being served in front of him. He doesn't notice Kotetsu come in, or if he does, he shows no sign of it.

He's still fucking furious, even hours later.]

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[ Well, understandable. But he taps the spot on the bar next to Spike. ]

Mind if I join you?

[bloodyromance]

By all means. [He waves a hand, already pouring his own drink, which is just straight whiskey in a full wine glass. He passes the pitcher to Kotetsu.]

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[ Well, in the case, he reaches to get himself a glass for drinking, too, then sits. Whiskey... funny that, he had some a few weeks ago under better circumstances. But he pours himself a glass. ]

How's it going, after all that?

[ He sure did see that punch happen, after all. ]

[bloodyromance]

Honestly?

I'm pretty furious.

[At Kaeya, at Xie Lian, at whoever the fuck put a curse on him, or keeps putting curses on him the second he brings something up.] At least Kaeya's stupid martyrdom failed.

[week 6 ; saturday]

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[ Once again, he's coming to visit the person in the prison... He slowly approaches the holding cell. ]

Mind if we talk a little?

[bloodyromance]

I'd say make yourself at home, but I don't think you'd wanna live here.

[He smiles.]

What can I do for you, in my immobile state?

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I don't think anyone would want to.

[ He sighs, feeling bad for Spike even being there. ]

Were you also under the angel's influence or... was that something else?

[bloodyromance]

Well, they reached out to me so I might as well have been.

There's no point in fighting them, is there? Not when they've got you by the throat like that. I already knew that. At least I kept my mind.

[He shrugs.]

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Maybe not right this moment, but there will be. I'm not about to stop believing that. What we've talked about. [ But a pause. ] What do you mean you kept your mind?

It was the last trial. I wish it had been sooner so this didn't have to happen.