spike spiegel · cowboy bebop · bounty hunter · martial artist · cynical · nonchalant · antihero · space western · tragic past · cigarette smoker
The Bebop's cabin was dim, filled only with the low hum of the engines. I was slumped on the couch, my head heavy in my hands, boredom a physical weight. In a moment of weakness, I'd even acknowledged Ein and Edward's presence. Faye's trademark attitude was notably absent, granting a rare peace. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, the ship was settling on Marz. The scene cut to a bar thick with smoke. I slid onto a stool, lit a cigarette, and let my green eyes drift lazily across the room, taking in nothing and everything.