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Faye wandered into the hangar where she found a slightly annoyed Spike, leaning on the wide threshold that led to the deck. He squinted out into the sunlight, his eyes shifting between the calm waters and his Swordfish. A cigarette rested between his lips. Faye walked carelessly, but was quieter on her bare feet. "Those guys are as good as part of the crew now, aren't they?" Spike asked as Faye reached his side. He stood with slouched shoulders, fists shoved into his pockets.
"Probably," Faye replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's a bad sign when he kicks us out of the room." She shifted her weight, looking out into the distance.
Spike grunted an agreement, glancing I her direction. "He didn't kick you out," he said. His eyes closed thoughtfully as he lifted a hand to comb long fingers through his unruly hair. As his hooded eyes gazed out toward the horizon, Faye shifted again.
"It's not fair," she said with a childish sigh. "Jet welcomes everyone else onto the ship with arms wide open and it took him forever to finally accept me!" With another huff, Faye reached up and gracefully swiped the half smoked cigarette from Spike's mouth. Taken by surprise, he stared at her incredulously as she took a drag.
"Oh, yeah. You know why?" he asked sardonically with a glare. Faye turned to him in question. "That's why!" he growled, motioning to his pilfered cigarette that now sat between Faye's lightly painted lips. Faye chuckled, little clouds of smoke escaping her nostrils.
"Because I steal your cigarettes?" she questioned innocently. She beguiled him as she removed the cig from her mouth and put it back into his.
"Because you steal everything," he answered, muffled by the red stained filter. His response was gentler than he wished it had been. He removed the cigarette and held it tightly between his index and middle fingers. "Thieves can't easily be trusted, now can they?" he asked her, pointing at her with it.
"Look who's talking, mister pick pocket!" Faye shot back defensively. She grinned as she placed fists on her hips.
"What have I ever stolen from you?" Spike asked calmly. He casually turned his attention back toward the ocean on which the Bebop rocked.
Faye raised a finger to retort, but paused. She could think of nothing to give him in rebuttal. At least nothing that she wished to divulge. Instead she stood, silenced.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Spike answered quietly. Faye gave a glare in his direction.
"Jerk," she mumbled. Spike raised an eyebrow as he glanced at her.
"Mature," he replied simply, causing Faye to roll her emerald eyes. He let his now finished cigarette fall to the floor.
"You do know there's an ashtray right over there?" she said, pointing into the hangar. Spike followed her pointed finger, spotting what she saw. Eyeing the ashtray, he shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets once again.
"Since when do you care?" he asked, lacking all expression in his tone.
"You are such a lunkhead," Faye murmured as her pale and lovely face contorted into a grimace. Spike said nothing, but in his amusement, he gave her a smirk. His peripheral vision watched as she crossed her arms again.
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