[A wide, wide smile stretches Spy's mouth. He's asking for it with a smile like that, he knows it will provoke Scout, and he wants it. The pain in his body sparks something in him and god he hates Scout so much. He wants to grab him by the shirt and shake his brains out, pin him down and give him what he deserves. He craves that physicality in order to communicate what he chooses not to say, to communicate what he can't say.]
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All's fair in love and war, mon chéri.
[Crouched and still leaning his weight on his good leg, he stays close to the ground.]