[Scout's inability to recognize him at first makes him bristle, but only for a moment. Then he's left wondering if he should thank the mask for being an effective disguise or if Scout's just that stupid.
There's an instance of conflict as Spy debates whether or not he should lift his head to examine his teammate's well-being - he did hear Scout charging their would-be cellmate after all - and risk revealing his face further, but seeing as he'll be wearing this stupid splint for at least a few days' time, Scout should be getting an eye-ful of it anyway.
While he puts one hand on his hip to widen his stance, there's something reserved about the way he brushes his hair out of his face when he finally looks up to address his teammate. It's not out of the ordinary to have Scout in his personal space, but it takes some effort not to flinch back.]
Yes, Scout, it's me. T'ere's no need to sound so surprised.
[Or look so goddamn smug. A scowl starts to stretch Spy's lips.]
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There's an instance of conflict as Spy debates whether or not he should lift his head to examine his teammate's well-being - he did hear Scout charging their would-be cellmate after all - and risk revealing his face further, but seeing as he'll be wearing this stupid splint for at least a few days' time, Scout should be getting an eye-ful of it anyway.
While he puts one hand on his hip to widen his stance, there's something reserved about the way he brushes his hair out of his face when he finally looks up to address his teammate. It's not out of the ordinary to have Scout in his personal space, but it takes some effort not to flinch back.]
Yes, Scout, it's me. T'ere's no need to sound so surprised.
[Or look so goddamn smug. A scowl starts to stretch Spy's lips.]
Good to see you're doing so well, mon petit.