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An Invitation

[freshtilapia]

You are invited, darling! I'm making my debut as a performer at Club Tourmaline. Entrance is typically 10 Chroma, but show this invitation and you can get in for just 5. Feel free to bring friends!

Entrance Voucher

xoxo Whorelyn Lyra

voice;

[tekhartha]

[There's no disguising the embarrassed edge to Zenyatta's voice, though if not for their last conversation on the art of love Spy might have trouble recognising it for what it is; it is rare that he feels ashamed of anything.]

In your opinion-- how morally objectionable is it to be attracted to a lover's relation?

[crabbmarche]

[Of all the people he's come to know, he only somewhat expected Zenyatta to call him at some point. And with this tinge of embarrassment in his voice, Spy just has to hear this out.]

'Relation' as in familial? Not in the least, unless your relationship is meant to be monogamous.

[tekhartha]

[He hums softly, and though he tries to keep his tone as carefully neutral as ever Spy might notice that he sounds just a touch unconvinced.]

Well-- not specifically. But they have a somewhat complex relationship. And I am his master.

[crabbmarche]

[Whoa - 'master'? This might be above his paygrade.]

Hm. I dare say that's already something of a conflict of interest. But if you're simply talking about attraction, then there's nothing objectionable about it. Attraction in itself is natural and, for the most part, can't be helped.

[tekhartha]

Ah, yes. Of course. [aaand now he's flustered, though he seems to get ahold of himself before he speaks again.] I do not think he would be interested in me regardless. It had simply- crossed my thoughts.

[more sincerely:] Thank you, my friend.

[tekhartha]

[......... and then, several days later]

I am no longer simply talking about attraction.

[help.]

[crabbmarche]

[Spy had a feeling that the last message wasn't quite the end o the story, but he'd assumed whatever happened next wouldn't involve him. So imagine his surprise when Zenyatta enters his inbox yet again.]

It escalated, I take it?

voice

[spah]

[And now, apropos of nothing:]

So is Tom Jones still dead?

[crabbmarche]

...What?

JUST ONE TAGBACK FOR NOW I promise

[spah]

I know he died a couple days before we showed up here. But NOW everybody's tellin' me he's still alive. Now I know a newspaper headline ain't ever an COMPLETE confirmation of a man's death, and I get that alternate dimensions are a thing around here, but...

[stop him before he starts rambling because he's confused as fuck]

[crabbmarche]

[Honestly, Spy would've let him ramble. News like this needs some processing time. Eventually, however, he comes to his senses.]

Dell. Dell! What do you mean, he's dead?

[spah]

Wh--

[Said with all the incredulity of you don't know??]

Yeah, he's dead! 'Bout... three days before we got here? Murdered, I guess. By that Meramus fella - or Soldier. I ain't pieced that part together.

[The papers said Merasmus but he's pretty sure nobody but Soldier could snap vertebrae in half that cleanly.]

[crabbmarche]

[Spy goes very, very quiet for a very, very long time. There's a mild clattering like he's set the phone down.

And then, distantly, and with the help of the translation service of the comm:]

SON OF A BITCH!

[More clattering as he picks the phone up again, and there's a cold, shamed fury in his voice.]

Dell. I have something to confess. I expect your full judgment.

[spah]

[Better late than never. Next time Spy comes home, he'll find a toolbox at his door (just for the sake of a calling card) with a tiny wrapped gift inside.

It's a new set of silver cufflinks, polished and suspiciously sharpened. Why? No reason, don't worry about it.

There's a note next to it:]

Spy,

Sorry it's late. Took me a while to get them right. Should be easy to clean and maintain - if you ever need them for something besides a fashion statement.

Merry Christmas.

- D.C.

[crabbmarche]

[Spy has been... getting comfortable. It's a strange feeling; he'd gotten so used to fighting for his life that being able to shut off and go through the motions is a strange comfort. A toolbox sitting outside his door is definitely a strange sight, though, and he stops in the middle of the hallway once he notices it. His first thought is that it might be revenge for breaking into Engie's house, so he does the usual threat assessments before he even thinks of taking it inside.

Handling it like a bomb case, he sets it on the dining room table, carefully opens it, and... stares blankly at the little wrapped gift inside. Once he's read the note, though, he relaxes moderately, and he little cufflinks in the package actually have him smiling. It also serves as a nice reminder.

So he cleans up a little bit, fits the new cufflinks on (and flips them a little just to get used to them), and heads down to Engie's workshop. When Engie opens the door, Spy flashes the new cufflinks with a coy but surprisingly fond smile - but one hand stays behind his back.]

Hello, Dell. I got your gift.

[spah]

[Engie nearly jumps when he answers the door. Not because he didn't expect Spy to like it, but... well. He definitely didn't expect Spy to show up at his door over it this quickly.

And the cuffs do work well with that suit, too. He's actually proud of himself.

The Texan takes a couple blinks to shake off the surprise, and suddenly smiles as he leans against the door.]

I take it you like 'em?

[He gestures to the cuffs, clearly being worn.]

[crabbmarche]

[(Hey, at least he didn't break in this time.) Spy takes a moment to admire the way the new cufflinks catch the light and, with a little practice, flips them open. He looks at Engie again, cocking a brow.]

Stylish and functional. You know me too well. Thank you.

[He drops his hands again and clears his throat. Thanking Engie was the easy part, but now he's going into unfamiliar territory. It's almost palpable, the way his demeanor changes into something a little less... sure.]

However, it also reminded me that I found something. It's... not quite as personal as these, but -

[He pulls a box out from behind his back and holds it out.]

I found it a few days ago and thought of you.

[In the box is something that looks quite a lot like a standard pipe wrench, except the box is way too light. The logo at the bottom pretty clearly states it's made of chocolate.]

[spah]

[Engie half-folds his arms and nods with approval as Spy shows them off. Damn - they really did work.]

I had a feeling you'd like 'em.

[It's not like Engineer knew what happened in that courtroom back in Teufort, much less that Spy had a tiny knife out of his fake teeth, but he had a feeling that the man would appreciate an incredibly small stabbing device all the same.

Then Spy suddenly hesitates, and Engineer quirks a brow. It takes him a good second to realize what's going on, even when Spy has the box out in front of him. There's a long pause, an couple blinks, and suddenly - the merc bursts into laughter as he takes the box.

Not mocking laughter. It's the happily surprised kind. Engie looks the box over.]

I'll be damned! They make somethin' like this??

[Yeah, he likes it.]

[crabbmarche]

If you continue learning my tastes, Dell, I may have to kill you.

[Spy's lip quirks upwards just slightly, which is the only tell that he's kidding. He's almost certainly killed someone over something like this before.

Regardless, Spy huffs quietly at his reaction to the chocolate wrench, folding his hands behind his back again in a much more relaxed stance and looking pretty damn pleased.]

A few different ones, yes. A gimmick item, perhaps, but I'm glad you enjoy it.

[text] february 3rd??

[spah]

[It's a Monday afternoon. Should Engineer assume Spy's teaching? Probably.

That doesn't stop him from sending some pictures. Mostly of him. Mostly crotch level. Mostly of his jeans zipped down, with a really, really obvious bulge, barely contained in his briefs.

Not long after, he sends a second one, this time with a large hand grabbing at his aforementioned package. There's dark, coarse hair on his hand and what can barely be seen of his wirst - probably sign enough that Sanguis is in full swing, and Engineer just learned how to send lewds.]

[text]

[crabbmarche]

[Spy has his phone on silent during lessons because of course he does, no distractions during teaching. But today's a test day, and he's beyond pretending that he isn't checking his phone in the interim.

When he finally opens the pictures Engineer sent him, he nearly drops his phone. He has to set it aside and take a deep breath before responding.]

I AM IN CLASS.

Re: [text]

[spah]

[Whoops. Engie blinks.

... Then laughs.]

What, you don't want to see more?

[SHUT THE FUCK UP DELL YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE DOING.]

[crabbmarche]

What is there to see that I haven't already?

[They've literally been fucking for like half a year at this point.]

[spah]

[W O W. First, Engie doesn't respond. Then, five minutes later...

Guess what.

It's a dick pic.

Like, a little bit. Literally just the tip and then some. Freshly yoinked out of those silky-nice briefs he bought at that lingerie convention a couple months back, thumb running over the slit.]

Take it this doing nothing for ya then?

[He's taking Spy's unimpressed nonsense and raising his own.

Also his dick.

Pretty good, right.]