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paradisalogs2013-12-22 03:57 pm
gottaknockhard) wrote in paradisalogs2013-12-22 03:57 pm
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it's so much better in the sunlight
Who: Spike Spiegel, Once-ler, Anne Boleyn and OPEN
What: Fixing Cars
When: Backdated to December 21st, afternoon
Where: Stepford-land
Rating: PG
Expectations are always such a mood killer.
This time of year tends to be stressful anyway, so there's no explanation needed as to why Spike's not spending his afternoon with his spouse. Honestly, he's never fit in with the perfect family setting, which could account for why he tends to add to his wife's stress instead of fix their issues with his wit and charming personality. According to her, all their problems tend to revolve around his lack of ambition -- this time because he missed a day of work, because he found the concept so boring that he slept right through it. (Like they'd ever fire him anyway. That just doesn't happen in this town.)
So he's doing what he usually does when he needs some air and doesn't want the neighbors getting nosy; he's working on his car.
It's not any big deal, as far as he's concerned. She usually gets over it in time for dinner. Like clockwork. At the moment, he's content to bob his head to the music playing from a nearby radio and tinker in the garage with something that he's been meaning to get around to. And really, he can't think of anything else he'd rather be doing for the holidays.
What: Fixing Cars
When: Backdated to December 21st, afternoon
Where: Stepford-land
Rating: PG
Expectations are always such a mood killer.
This time of year tends to be stressful anyway, so there's no explanation needed as to why Spike's not spending his afternoon with his spouse. Honestly, he's never fit in with the perfect family setting, which could account for why he tends to add to his wife's stress instead of fix their issues with his wit and charming personality. According to her, all their problems tend to revolve around his lack of ambition -- this time because he missed a day of work, because he found the concept so boring that he slept right through it. (Like they'd ever fire him anyway. That just doesn't happen in this town.)
So he's doing what he usually does when he needs some air and doesn't want the neighbors getting nosy; he's working on his car.
It's not any big deal, as far as he's concerned. She usually gets over it in time for dinner. Like clockwork. At the moment, he's content to bob his head to the music playing from a nearby radio and tinker in the garage with something that he's been meaning to get around to. And really, he can't think of anything else he'd rather be doing for the holidays.