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crabbmarche) wrote2019-03-20 07:45 pm
crabbmarche) wrote2019-03-20 07:45 pm
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SPY ⬤ Team Fortress 2
residential district ⬤ level 2
moonblessing ⬤ Cordis (Exalted; Kitsune)
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SPY ⬤ Team Fortress 2
residential district ⬤ level 2
moonblessing ⬤ Cordis (Exalted; Kitsune)
In your defense, this place does seem to have a way of making our judgment questionable.
[Speaking from personal experience here. Zen seems really shaken up about it, though... oh, to be young.]
And what do you plan to do now?
[Speaking from personal experience here. Zen seems really shaken up about it, though... oh, to be young.]
And what do you plan to do now?
In a way, I suppose it does.
[Ohh he's getting curt now. Surprised Pikachu over telling someone to judge him and then getting offended at the judgment.]
If that answers your question, I will speak to you later.
[And he just fucking. Hangs up.]
[Ohh he's getting curt now. Surprised Pikachu over telling someone to judge him and then getting offended at the judgment.]
If that answers your question, I will speak to you later.
[And he just fucking. Hangs up.]
Hm.
[...Yeah, that’s all he’s got to offer right now. Personal experience suggests ’tell him you’ve been tasked with a dangerous mission and then disappear to another continent’. That’s almost the advice he gives.]
Well. If your conscience prevents you from simply forgetting it and moving on, a confrontation seems inevitable. And in that case, there’s no need to mince words.
[...Yeah, that’s all he’s got to offer right now. Personal experience suggests ’tell him you’ve been tasked with a dangerous mission and then disappear to another continent’. That’s almost the advice he gives.]
Well. If your conscience prevents you from simply forgetting it and moving on, a confrontation seems inevitable. And in that case, there’s no need to mince words.
[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.
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.
[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.
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.
[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.]
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.]
[(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.]
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.]
[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.]
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.]
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.
[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.
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Hell, I'm surprised you didn't already.
[Said between the bewildered joy that came with looking at a chocolate wrench.]
Goddamn. I don't think I can even eat this thing.
[That's a lie. He definitely will... later. For now, though, he looks up at Spy - who he's known long enough to know when he's pretty damn pleased - and smiles wide.]
Thanks, Spook. I appreciate it. Honest.
[Is that smile turning a little sweet?? Maybe. Probably. Absolutely.]
[Said between the bewildered joy that came with looking at a chocolate wrench.]
Goddamn. I don't think I can even eat this thing.
[That's a lie. He definitely will... later. For now, though, he looks up at Spy - who he's known long enough to know when he's pretty damn pleased - and smiles wide.]
Thanks, Spook. I appreciate it. Honest.
[Is that smile turning a little sweet?? Maybe. Probably. Absolutely.]
[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.]
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.]
[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.
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.
What is there to see that I haven't already?
[They've literally been fucking for like half a year at this point.]
[They've literally been fucking for like half a year at this point.]
[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.]
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.]
[One of the students has a question about the exam so Spy doesn’t answer right away. But when he gets back to his desk and checks his phone... Well. It’s times like these that he’s thankful for the mask. Not that he needs to wear it anymore, really, but he still does because he’s Spy.
He shouldn’t be so flustered by a dick pic, but he had kind of hoped Engie would get the hint that now is really not a good time. But goddammit, it’s like a Pavlovian response now, and he can feel his heart rate start to climb.]
Persistence is not always a good thing, Dell.
Couldn’t this wait?
[Just gonna sliiiide around actually answering the question.]
He shouldn’t be so flustered by a dick pic, but he had kind of hoped Engie would get the hint that now is really not a good time. But goddammit, it’s like a Pavlovian response now, and he can feel his heart rate start to climb.]
Persistence is not always a good thing, Dell.
Couldn’t this wait?
[Just gonna sliiiide around actually answering the question.]
Sure. But what if I wanted to make your day interesting?
[He'll stop if Spy absolutely says no, horny as he was. Even coming out of the 1970s, Dell is well aware nobody likes unwanted dick pics (or just seeing dick in general - thanks Soldier).
That said - did he mention he's really horny?]
I wouldn't mind being in that classroom of yours though. Just us.
[Is this an attempt at sexting? Absolutely.]
[He'll stop if Spy absolutely says no, horny as he was. Even coming out of the 1970s, Dell is well aware nobody likes unwanted dick pics (or just seeing dick in general - thanks Soldier).
That said - did he mention he's really horny?]
I wouldn't mind being in that classroom of yours though. Just us.
[Is this an attempt at sexting? Absolutely.]
Interesting or distracting?
[Because it definitely is both. Not that he’ll say that outright.
He recognizes what’s happening here, though. It’s weird that it’s over text and sentences on a screen instead of above a moonlit river or a candlelit dinner or something, but Spy can’t entirely object. It’s a whole new world here and all that. Plus he’s been here for almost a year (good god), it’s about time he accepts how things will change in the future.
In the meantime, with another glance up at the class, he ponders how to reply. He knows he shouldn’t dignify that with a response. He knows it’s wholly unprofessional and could put his job on the line.
...he’s still gonna do it tho]
Fancy a private lesson, Dell?
[Because it definitely is both. Not that he’ll say that outright.
He recognizes what’s happening here, though. It’s weird that it’s over text and sentences on a screen instead of above a moonlit river or a candlelit dinner or something, but Spy can’t entirely object. It’s a whole new world here and all that. Plus he’s been here for almost a year (good god), it’s about time he accepts how things will change in the future.
In the meantime, with another glance up at the class, he ponders how to reply. He knows he shouldn’t dignify that with a response. He knows it’s wholly unprofessional and could put his job on the line.
...he’s still gonna do it tho]
Fancy a private lesson, Dell?
Up to you.
[Oh whether it's interesting or distracting, he means. Trust Dell, though, Spy - this is his first time doing this whole damn thing to begin with. But he's also been hit on online enough (and had Zenyatta send him enough tasteful nudes) to get the idea of how this works.
... He thinks.]
I'm a learning kind of man. What could you teach me?
[Is that sexy? He thinks that's sexy. God he's bothered.]
[Oh whether it's interesting or distracting, he means. Trust Dell, though, Spy - this is his first time doing this whole damn thing to begin with. But he's also been hit on online enough (and had Zenyatta send him enough tasteful nudes) to get the idea of how this works.
... He thinks.]
I'm a learning kind of man. What could you teach me?
[Is that sexy? He thinks that's sexy. God he's bothered.]
[The first student to finish the exam starts to approach his desk just as he's starting to think up a response. Spy likes to think he plays it cool enough that it isn't obvious he's texting during a test, and the student doesn't seem to be any the wiser as he excuses them from class.
He makes sure no one else is going to approach his desk before continuing. Goddammit, this is a bad idea... but it's also an opportunity to have some fun.]
An enrapturing history of Prismal theater? Although I get the feeling that wouldn't quite keep your attention.
Perhaps anatomy would be more fitting.
[This is a bad idea.]
He makes sure no one else is going to approach his desk before continuing. Goddammit, this is a bad idea... but it's also an opportunity to have some fun.]
An enrapturing history of Prismal theater? Although I get the feeling that wouldn't quite keep your attention.
Perhaps anatomy would be more fitting.
[This is a bad idea.]
[This is definitely a bad idea.
Let's do it.]
I like theater, actually.
[How is he keeping up a conversation like this? Barely.]
But I got a hankering for anatomy right now. Yours especially.
["hankering"
clearly the sexiest thing one man can say to another]
Let's do it.]
I like theater, actually.
[How is he keeping up a conversation like this? Barely.]
But I got a hankering for anatomy right now. Yours especially.
["hankering"
clearly the sexiest thing one man can say to another]
[He snorts to himself quietly at that. He's done worse flirting, although the corniness seems to be just part of the package these days. 'Hankering', though.]
Me, especially? I knew I was attractive, Dell, but I'm flattered to get such a response.
I can't imagine this will take more than 30 min.
[[He pauses, then smiles coyly as he adds,]]
If you can wait that long.
Me, especially? I knew I was attractive, Dell, but I'm flattered to get such a response.
I can't imagine this will take more than 30 min.
[[He pauses, then smiles coyly as he adds,]]
If you can wait that long.
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