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[defending]

[ Buffy takes a step back, instinctively, because didn't she just tell him to basically fuck off forever? She's pretty sure she remembers the de-invitation from her house. ]

Y'know, you're probably right, but after seeing your creepy me-shrine, I'm not sure underestimation is the safest bet, either.

[allbloodyhail]

You...shrine...? [That was a weird thing for her to bring up but HE'S JUST SO HAPPY TO SEE HER, he easily shrugs it off.]

Buffy. You can put down that hobo now.

[defending]

Spike. [ She's incredulous, at best, as to why he seems so... amicable. She knows he's a totally obsessed and gross lovesick puppy but this is just a new level of weird, especially considering what she last remembers happening between them. ] The me-shrine. The creepy heaping old pile of gross junk I found right before you shackled me. How do you not remember? Are you just conveniently blocking all recent memory? Or am I getting special treatment.

[allbloodyhail]

[He steps forward and puts his hands on her arms.] Put him down, luv. He's about as useful to you as an ornery puppy.

...And that. I thought you were over that by now.

[defending]

[ WOAH, woah, woah and now there's touching. She does drop the guy, because she has to shove Spike's hands off of her and whip around to crack him across the face with an open-handed slap. ]

Don't touch me! What is wrong with you? Did you forget everything? I told you to leave me alone, Spike! I don't know what this whole city thing is about, I don't know why I'm here, and I don't know why you're here, but a new shiny travel destination doesn't magically erase the fact that you're disgusting.

[allbloodyhail]

[His hand goes to the side of his face like his favorite tela novella stars. Oh boy. Just what the hell is going on here.]

I know I... I'm sorry. I just want to help.

[defending]

Well -- stop. Stop helping. Leave me alone. Like I asked.

[ Boy it sucks being Buffy today. ]

What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn't you be -- I don't know, creepily skulking around my house, plotting to kidnap my mom or something?

[allbloodyhail]

I live here. [It's just a little indignant, a small homage to the Spike of past.] And you... haven't read the pamphlet. [Obviously.]

Joyce? Buffy, I-- [And then it finally sinks in to his tiny, dinosaur, pea-sized brain.] You're from before.

Before I got this soul.

[defending]

I skimmed it. [ Her tone is clipped. She's growing more and more impatient with each passing second she has to talk to him. ] -- Yeah. Joyce. Seriously, Spike, what is with--

[ Before I got this soul.

Before I got this soul.

I GOT THIS SOUL. ]

... What?

[allbloodyhail]

What year is it for you?

[defending]

I - It's -- 2001, but why does that matter? Did you seriously just say soul? Or am I hallucinating? Because I'm starting to wonder if there was some special sort of liquid in that water earlier.

[allbloodyhail]

That explains it, then. [Spike doesn't have it in him to look anything but sad, shuffling his feet a bit.] It's 2011 where I hail from, not that I expect you to believe me.

[His gaze shifts down to his shoes, then back over to her. He's staying calm, somehow. One of them has to.] I can try and prove it.