That must be Ingress's sister: there's a resemblance. She's sure as shit no-nonsense and that's fine with him. He's not big on small talk anyhow.
"Hell, ma'am: I'm a bounty hunter. See this little lady in my arms?" His whole face softens as he turns to Beth Junior. "I'd die for her. And for her mom. Nothing in the whole damn universe is as important to me as them. I'm... pretty damn stubborn that way. Also, I'm Spike. And this is Beth Junior. And Beth's in back; she'll be right out." He figures they might want to know each others' names.
Waving them in, he gestures to the inadequate seating of bed or chair; it's all they have. As for him, he moves aside a pile of diapers and rests his ass on the bureau, or the changing table as it's now called. "You... uh... want anything from downstairs? I can run and get something real fast."
He's kind of a lousy host, or at least incredibly out of practice at it.
Beth Junior, on the other hand, gives Door a huge and impressive smile followed by an exclamation of one sort or another; he wishes he knew just what she was saying.
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Date: 2006-12-18 03:49 am (UTC)"Hell, ma'am: I'm a bounty hunter. See this little lady in my arms?" His whole face softens as he turns to Beth Junior. "I'd die for her. And for her mom. Nothing in the whole damn universe is as important to me as them. I'm... pretty damn stubborn that way. Also, I'm Spike. And this is Beth Junior. And Beth's in back; she'll be right out." He figures they might want to know each others' names.
Waving them in, he gestures to the inadequate seating of bed or chair; it's all they have. As for him, he moves aside a pile of diapers and rests his ass on the bureau, or the changing table as it's now called. "You... uh... want anything from downstairs? I can run and get something real fast."
He's kind of a lousy host, or at least incredibly out of practice at it.
Beth Junior, on the other hand, gives Door a huge and impressive smile followed by an exclamation of one sort or another; he wishes he knew just what she was saying.