carmeniish:
“for a really long time, actually.” she mused, nudging him slightly, “you’re definitely not a spike. spike spent lifetimes committed to one girl, remember?” she bit her lip and sat up slightly, studying the artworks, “what’s your favourite one? and ooh, your first one.”
"that poor guy." he chuckled a little bit and shrugged. "yeah, but he also had this brooding personality. i liked it." he admitted before he looked at her as she sat up slightly to look more at the ink on his arm. "i don't really know, i love them all equally, they all mean something to me." he pointed out before turning his arm over to point to the piano on his arm. "this one was. i was eighteen when i got it. came home with random ink on my arm. my mother was pissed."
















