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He's definitely come down with something.

It's hardly cause for panic, really, just a bit of congestion; some coughing that he thinks he's done a fair job of keeping under wraps; maybe a slightly sore throat, a few pressure headaches here and there, a case of the chills; but he's fine, Spencer is sure of it. He's fine because he's got a ring on his finger and a puppy at the end of his leash, so there's nothing at all in his life that he can complain about right now.

John had most generously given him half a day off--"a wedding gift from me to you" is how his boss had put it--so Spencer had stopped back at home to get Huxley before heading in some direction or another, he hadn't really had a plan. It's not very surprising that his feet seem to take him in the direction of Crossroads, as they so often do, but a part of him hopes that he'll run into some people he knows on the way there. He has news, after all, and he's not one to call up all his friends--not that it would take long, he muses--to share even the most exciting parts of his life, but he does want people to know.

He's happy, happier than he's ever been and not just since his mother and Dane had died. He has so much to be thankful for, so much to come to look forward to, and he can't remember the last time he'd felt so optimistic about his future. He smiles to himself as he watches Huxley sniff at the grass on the sidewalk before the puppy scrambles to meet a pair of feet that's headed their way, jumping up on his hind legs to paw at the stranger. Spencer's smile doesn't fade as he lifts his head to look at the other person; in fact, it only grows wider.

"You're in for it now," he says, a teasing edge to his tone. "Huxley seems to grow attached to people far too quickly for his own good."




[OOC: Spencer's a little under the weather right now because I am, too but he's in an excellent mood so it would be a great time to say hello, whether your character has already met him or not :) Find him walking his and Joel's new puppy Huxley or catch him wherever is convenient for your character to be. As long as that place allows dogs.]

Date: 2014-09-04 08:18 am (UTC)
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"Yes heartbreaking, like you and Joel. Shacking up, breaking my heart the pair of you. Whatever am I going to do once I turn thirty now? You know I was going to marry slash have one of your babies. Now, I need to rethink the plan." Keira replied dryly, rubbing the cute tiny little thing's tummy as he wiggled about in her palm. It was like the size of a teacup or something. Putting the puppy down, she patted his head fondly. "If you mean the library then you mean the basement and by the basement I mean my office then yes. Perfectly acceptable."

Date: 2014-09-05 10:20 am (UTC)
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"I don't have a back up for my back up, sigh I'm going to have to find myself a bromance and forge myself a new back up and a back up for my back up." Keira drawled. She was happy for them both, they were ridiculously cute together and part of it made her long for that connection and the other part wanted her to just push the feeling deep-deep down and ignore it. "I am, just not at mine. I doubt my cat would love the intrusion. But seriously puppy you wanted down, I put you down and now you want up again? Fine."

Keira picked the miniature pooch up and smiled at him. "So, newly wed. Any grand plans?"

Date: 2014-09-16 12:37 pm (UTC)
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Keira looked up sharply at that, that little bombshell that both made her want to congratulate Spencer and also, kill him where he stood. Mostly killing him sounded good right now.

"Don't you dare Spencer, who is going to bring me pastries and help me with deliveries and laugh when I bitch about the incopetencies of people not knowing MA comes before MB. How dare you do this to me," Keira said, mock-glaring at Spencer. This was Joel's fault, maybe she could just casually drop in and rearrange all the books in his store. That was kind of petty, that was the kind of petty Sullivan thing to do. She really wanted to do it. "I'm congratulating you deep down. Really deep down. Mostly I'm wanting to kill your husband. He owes me two months of pastries... no, wait three. Three months of pastries for stealing you twice over now."

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