Spike can feel Jason's presence, behind him and a little bit off to one side. He's very well-attuned to his body in space and to the proximity of other people to him. It's a vampire thing, part of why he's got extraordinary reflexes and why fighting is a sort of instinctive dance.
"I suppose that we've both got vested interests in making sure the oxygen keeps pumping nice and smoothly, then. People keep telling me we've nothing in common but you can see there's loads of common ground, really."
Without the coat, it's easier to see that Spike is not particularly big at all. The pale skin of his arms stands out in stark contrast to his black t-shirt, lean biceps stretching the fabric of the short sleeves. In Spike's time, young men achieved their final growth spurt comparatively later. By the standards of Jason's day, he is a little more than average height, by the standards of his own human life, he was just about middling height for a youth of the middle classes, on track to grow a few more inches if he'd lived long enough.
He is starting to attract attention when he drives, nowadays. Humans are maturing earlier nowadays, reaching greater heights and reaching them sooner. It's a rather sore subject.
Spike glances over at Jason, leaning on the rail, when he brings up the vacuum of space. He tugs himself down on his bungee tether until his bum is pressed against the rail, hooking his feet through the lower rail and bracing himself into place.
"There's that- and I read somewhere the boiling point of the fluids in your body is lower, so your blood would boil and you'd bloat up massively. There was some mention of lungs exploding as well. Cheery stuff, Jason. Penny for your thoughts."
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"I suppose that we've both got vested interests in making sure the oxygen keeps pumping nice and smoothly, then. People keep telling me we've nothing in common but you can see there's loads of common ground, really."
Without the coat, it's easier to see that Spike is not particularly big at all. The pale skin of his arms stands out in stark contrast to his black t-shirt, lean biceps stretching the fabric of the short sleeves. In Spike's time, young men achieved their final growth spurt comparatively later. By the standards of Jason's day, he is a little more than average height, by the standards of his own human life, he was just about middling height for a youth of the middle classes, on track to grow a few more inches if he'd lived long enough.
He is starting to attract attention when he drives, nowadays. Humans are maturing earlier nowadays, reaching greater heights and reaching them sooner. It's a rather sore subject.
Spike glances over at Jason, leaning on the rail, when he brings up the vacuum of space. He tugs himself down on his bungee tether until his bum is pressed against the rail, hooking his feet through the lower rail and bracing himself into place.
"There's that- and I read somewhere the boiling point of the fluids in your body is lower, so your blood would boil and you'd bloat up massively. There was some mention of lungs exploding as well. Cheery stuff, Jason. Penny for your thoughts."