[Spike's doing absolutely nothing important. He has a mug of warm blood in one hand and a... well, it sure looks like 'Through the Looking Glass' but that just can't be right, can it? He's looking for clues that might help them gain some semblance of control in Wonderland. Don't question it. He's not enjoying it.
But then someone invades his room and personal space and he gets all hissy.]
Wha--[Someone's in Goldilocks' room and he's just plain fed up. He turns to rant and rave, but recognition sinks in.]--t? Really?! Can't a bloke get any bloody privacy around he--oh. It's you. Still. My point stands. If I've gotta be invited in, don't you think you bloody well aught t' show the same bleedin' respect?! People!
[Why yes, Sir Bitches-a-lot is certainly going to bitch. Among other things. He snaps the book shut and tosses it to the bed, taking a sip of his magically delicious animal blood.
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But then someone invades his room and personal space and he gets all hissy.]
Wha--[Someone's in Goldilocks' room and he's just plain fed up. He turns to rant and rave, but recognition sinks in.]--t? Really?! Can't a bloke get any bloody privacy around he--oh. It's you. Still. My point stands. If I've gotta be invited in, don't you think you bloody well aught t' show the same bleedin' respect?! People!
[Why yes, Sir Bitches-a-lot is certainly going to bitch. Among other things. He snaps the book shut and tosses it to the bed, taking a sip of his magically delicious animal blood.
Aaand, realisation in three...
two...
one...]
Hold on. When'd you get here?