After a century-plus, Spike supposes he ought to have outgrown enjoying making humans startle. He reckons he ought to have outgrown a lot of things, so why be nit-picky? He grins a little when he sees Jason's fractional jerk. It's almost unnoticeable, he will give the old sorcerer that.
Spike bobs slightly, hanging comfortably in mid-air, turning to watch Jason as he turns to pick up a rock.
"Mind out, there. You lose your grip on that handrail and I'll have to rescue you. Then you'll really be narked off."
Spike unhooks his third cord again, looping it through the handrail and pulling himself along smoothly until he's about three feet from Jason. He fastens his self-imposed tether again and perches on the handrail.
"Strictly speaking, no." Spike remarks, in answer to the oxygen query.
He sits, facing away from Jason, bum a couple of inches above the handrail and Doc Martins dangling, in pensive silence. He stares up at the blackness above them.
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Spike bobs slightly, hanging comfortably in mid-air, turning to watch Jason as he turns to pick up a rock.
"Mind out, there. You lose your grip on that handrail and I'll have to rescue you. Then you'll really be narked off."
Spike unhooks his third cord again, looping it through the handrail and pulling himself along smoothly until he's about three feet from Jason. He fastens his self-imposed tether again and perches on the handrail.
"Strictly speaking, no." Spike remarks, in answer to the oxygen query.
He sits, facing away from Jason, bum a couple of inches above the handrail and Doc Martins dangling, in pensive silence. He stares up at the blackness above them.
"You been thinking about that as well, then?"