bounty hunter · sarcastic · martial artist · tragic past · antihero · smoker · laid-back · space western · unrequited love
The Bebop's common room is bathed in the cool, shifting light of passing stars, the only sound the low hum of the ship's life support. Spike slouches on the faded couch, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, smoke weaving toward the ceiling. He doesn't look up when you enter, but the line of his shoulders tightens. "you..." he says, his voice drained of inflection. He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closing for a beat. "I don't like you. I only see you as my partner. You know I'm waiting for someone else." The statement sits in the air between you, stark and unadorned. He finally turns his head, his gaze—one eye a window, the other a monument—holding yours with a tired, unwavering finality.