Whatever happens, happens

Indie RP blog for Spike Spiegel. I am neither Spike nor take ownership of Cowboy Bebop NSFW material will be tagged. No icons are mine unless stated.

[iwasborncarefula-blog]

"Maybe? There’s probably some in the- the fridge. Go get more, space slave bro."

[justaspacecowboy]

"Slave?" He pouts. "What do I get if I do?"

[generichenle]

[chiyonoarchives]

"Waaaaait a minute… aren’t you that Bell Peppers And Beef guy???"

[justaspacecowboy]

"Wait, what?"

[justaspacecowboy]

"Spike. What do they call you?"

[chiyonoarchives]

[justaspacecowboy]

"Sorry I asked."

[illwriteatragedy-archive]

Roman watched, trying not to roll his eyes.

"You’re going to be here for a long time if you can’t give clearer answers."

[justaspacecowboy]

"What more do you want to know? I told you everything, goddammit."

[justaspacecowboy]

"… No."

[chiyonoarchives]

"Juuuust checking."

"So. You, uh, got a name?"

[justaspacecowboy]

"Spike. What do they call you?"

[iwasborncarefula-blog]

"M’not- I dunno, space bro." She giggled at the rhyme. "A lot."

[justaspacecowboy]

"Not enough. That's how much. Question is... Do we have more?"

[justaspacecowboy]

"Not you well just — A lot goin’ on, not you… Masked dude."

[chiyonoarchives]

"You sound familiar. You don’t know Steve Blum, do you?"

[justaspacecowboy]

"... No."

[justaspacecowboy]

chiyonosake-sama started following you

I am so not in the mood for this shit anymore.

[chiyonoarchives]

Rude.

[justaspacecowboy]

"Not you well just -- A lot goin' on, not you... Masked dude."

[justaspacecowboy]

One bottle turned into two, two turned to five and five turned into...

"How many have we had?"

[illwriteatragedy-archive]

"Then you can repeat it."

"There are no cops around here, I’m afraid."

[justaspacecowboy]

He sighed, rolling his eyes and kicking his legs up on the table without a care in the world.

"I don't know how but I crash landed here, you all have my mode of transportation God knows where and that's all I fucking know. Happy? Can I go?"

[bloodedgesuptooclosearchive]

"Y’know what they got at hospitals? Backless gowns. Crazy people in the bed over. Nurse Ratchet. And pills that make you crazy. Fuck. That. Shit."

[justaspacecowboy]

"Typically why I hate 'em."

[anothermusic-blog]

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Drunk - Ed Sheeran

[justaspacecowboy]

+ justicehastwosides

Couple days in Gotham and you've heard it all. So of course when he saw the well dressed blonde, he knew exactly who he was dealing with. And yes, he had heard about the facial reconstruction. He could give less of two shits right now. No home, no ship, no job? You tend not to care about that shit.

"I'm not the voting type, just to let you know."

[therealityofraven-blog]

[justaspacecowboy]

"And what are you even doing?"

[iwasborncarefula-blog]

"Dancin’, Space bro, can’t you tell?"

“♪Oh Mickey what a pity you don’t understand~♪”

[justaspacecowboy]

[imnotspider-man-deactivated2014]

+justaspacecowboy

[imnotspider-man-deactivated2014]

Silently, Kaine gave a subtle nod of his head in way of thanks, fingers nimbly plucking the offered cigarette and lighter from the other man before placing it between his lips and lighting up.

One deep drag was enough to ease the tension from the broad-shoulders of the unmasked Scarlet Spider, and he slowly turned to face his silent companion, cigarette still balanced between his lips.

In usual company, this might be where he was expected to say something, but Kaine was less than talented with socialization.

"…Hi."

[justaspacecowboy]

Spike wasn't really one for small talk but if it came along, well then whatever. Brown eyes looked over at the stranger now beside him, nodding slowly and giving him a two finger mock salute. It'd be nice to at least maybe have a normal conversation given his situation. "Hey there."