"What the bloody hell are you doing?"
I turn around to see Spike, and turn off the sound on my computer. It's a little embarrassing to get caught swinging a lightsaber around in my boxers at eleven-thirty in the morning. "Nothing!"
"Yeah, well... never let me see you doing that again."
Change of subject, quick. Quicker than quick. "So..." I sit down on the mattress. "What's up?"
"Pack your things. You're moving out."
"...What? ...What about breakfast?"
He filled me in on what was going on, that they wanted me to move to Xander's room, so Spike could have the attic.
"Well...That's cool... I guess being roomies with Xander'll be fun." I do get kinda lonely up here all by myself.
"Well then." He turns to leave. "That was easy. Oh... and... nice boxers."
What the hell? And I used to be so cool...