[Voice]: watch your eardrums, mates.

[rudolphofvamps]

[shuffling can be heard as the tape turns on, a bit of an inhale as Spike seems to recognize the tape is on; and before you ask, yes, sparkles can be heard.]

Oy, Peaches, y'don't even have the common courtesy to pop in and say "'ello" to your favorite offspring? 


Some Daddy you are. [the :c is palpable, let alone audible] When I- [tape cuts off abruptly // Spike is still as technologically deficient as always]

[tape clicks back on for a moment, one soft word can be heard before the transmission cuts out for good:] Bollocks.

Comments

[Spam]

[whatweoncewere]

Mine is... it's homey. [Angel sighs and rubs a hand across his brow.] What's the last thing you remember? Before coming here.

[Spam]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[He sat down on the couch, gesturing vaguely for Angel to follow suit.]

Blew up, with the rest of Sunnyhell. Take it the Slayer made it out, since I haven't seen her about.

[Spam]

[whatweoncewere]

[Angel sits down next to Spike and stares at the wall. So Spike is from almost a year before him... That could make things complicated.] Yeah, Buffy made it out. She's doing fine.

[Spam]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

That's good. [he nods, giving a terse smile] When..? Yeah. [this wasn't awkward or anything :|]