[ spike hadn't yet seen the library in this place -- and as loathe as he was to admit it, he missed his books. they were the only true escape he had in hell, and so he's flinging himself indoors before he can catch on fire, spilling into the library's main entrance with a blanket pooling at his feet.
he picked up the blanket and brought it up around his shoulders as his eyes darted around nervously. no one saw that, right? he's just going to make a beeline for english poetry... nothing to see here... ]
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he picked up the blanket and brought it up around his shoulders as his eyes darted around nervously. no one saw that, right? he's just going to make a beeline for english poetry... nothing to see here... ]