[Spike had gotten up, blanket and pillow clutched to himself as he wobbled a little unsteadily in Ivar's home. He half-followed him until he realized he was going into a room with a baby in it, standing outside as he yawned and rubbed at his eyes. As he heard the squeak of the wheels coming back out, he waited until Ivar picked the room with, oh, blessed be, a bed, and he came in.
He looked around at the windows.]
Mind if I double check the curtains? Kind of a pisser if you woke up on fire.
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He looked around at the windows.]
Mind if I double check the curtains? Kind of a pisser if you woke up on fire.