making my way downtown

[un_beau_coquin]

[The big issue here isn't getting fired. No, Spy will be fine for now, considering all that he's saved. Losing a resource as powerful as RED and Mann Co in general is a blow indeed, but Spy can get by. Right now, he's more concerned about living and making sure none of his loose ends catch up to him.

Most of the things he's taking back with him are either essential or expensive. The weapon magazines and catalogues sent by RED are still sitting in his old quarters, along with some leisure books and even some pieces of his old uniform. The suit has always been a part of his look, so he keeps some of it; they make for some decent padding for the wine stored in the trunk of his car.

With his tie slung around his neck and his jacket over his arm, Spy makes a mental checklist of all he needs. His life is pretty much stowed away in his wallet: bank cards, multiple IDs, cash, miniature cloaking device, plane tickets... He pats his pants pocket for the only thing that doesn't fit in his wallet: his passport. Not that he'll need it for the flight, but it's good to have these things just in case.

A tiny part of his brain nags at him, urging him to feel sentimental about leaving his workplace of over four years. But to hell with that - god knows this won't be the last he's seen of them.

When Scout hobbles up to his car, a mess of stupidity and arm casts, Spy is tempted to slam the door in his face and make him eat his dust trail. But, of course, the little mongrel has to pull the mother card and all of a sudden Spy feels responsible.]

I have a jet leaving in fifty minutes. You've got twenty. Get in the car.

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[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy whistles the little musical break, supporting Scout's weight. Using his teammate as an anchor, he swings his legs out to the sides and throws his free arm back behind him.]

IT'S NOT UNUSUAL TO BE MAD WITH ANYONE!

[Loosens his grip a bit to drop Scout forward a few inches at that one, his grin shifting to wry for an instant.]

IT'S NOT UNUSUAL TO BE SAD WITH ANYONE!

[bonking]

[ Scout flails a tiny bit but throws himself forward enough to keep from falling off the table. He makes to loop arms with Spy and take them around like a hoe-down dance. ]

BUT IF I EVER FIND THAT YOU'VE CHANGED AT ANY TIMMEEE~

IT'S NOT UNUSUAL

[ He twirls around, seizes Spy's hips, and attempts to lift and twirl him like a princess. ]

TO FIND DAT I'M IN LOVE WID YOU OHHHHH!

[un_beau_coquin]

[While Spy cooperates with his teammate enough to participate in the little hoe-down thing, he's taken off guard by the lift. All of Spy's weight is in his upper body, so he tips a little at first, but with some shifting, he finds balance in Scout's grip. Let's hope he doesn't collapse.

He's too winded by the lift to belt out the final whoa-oh, so he settles for some breathy chuckles.]

Now if only you could sing such a tune to me every day. T'en I doubt t'is team spirit ordeal would be such an issue.

[bonking]

[ Scout is panting, though it's with some satisfaction, when he sets Spy back on the table in front of him. He pokes the man's chest, looking up at him. ]

Bruddah, you can't be enjoyin' Tom Jones and then refuse to go rescue 'im from dese bozos.

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy gives a disbelieving laugh. As his chest calms down, he smooths down his balaclava and returns Scout's look.]

Fine, fine, you've convinced me. I will take a look t'e next time we go for showers. 'Owever, since it is downstairs, I will need anot'er distraction; do not disappoint me.

And-- [Here he pauses, leaning in slightly for effect.] --I don't t'ink it would be terribly unusual to find t'at you're in love wit' me.

[bonking]

[ Scout begins to lean right back up into Spy's space before he remembers Spy is the king of gay chicken here and steps back, off the table instead. ]

Dream on.

[ Curious, maybe, but not in love. Not that he'd even admit that much. ]

I'll get you yer distraction, but we better figure out what we're doin' quick, cuz they're gonna catch on eventually.

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I'm sure if I did dream of you, you would be 'earing about it all night.

[He lets Scout step down first, dusting his shoulders and chest. A stray cigarette butt flies into the distance.

Once he gets his feet back on solid ground, he sits on the edge of the bottom bunk.]

Oui, je sais. I would skip t'is step if I could, but your little serenade 'as gotten me feeling gracious. But a trip by t'e main security room should provide t'e last bit of intel we need to secure a more successful escape.

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Gross.

[ Scout assures him. Since Spy is sitting on his bed, Scout hops up to Spy's bed. Unlike Spy, Scout rolls around a little on it. ]

See, it's pretty much on your way anyway. We gotta think of some way to get through without mace to the face this time.

[un_beau_coquin]

[Enjoy the smell of cigarettes, Scout. Though since Spy is just constantly covered in the odor of smoke, Scout should be used to it by now.]

A more discreet mode of action would be preferable. I suppose we should avoid killing t'e guards as much as possible. T'ough a weapon would also be useful...

[They've been serving them food on paper plates since the last incident, along with an extra helping of drugs.]

If we could trick t'em all to gat'er at t'e same place at once, it would be easier to sneak past. If I 'ad paper and time, I could try to lure t'em all to one spot wit' t'e promise of-- food, per'aps. Beer. Typical American fare. But, as usual, t'e biggest problem is leaving t'is room.

[bonking]

[ Maybe he's rolling some clean smell on it, jeez. It's about the principle of the thing. ]

Whattabout a bomb? If we can get ahold of some cleaning products we can make mustard gas or a bleach bomb.

[ Scout, you're going to get everyone killed. ]

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And use it where? On t'e guards? On t'e door? T'e entire building?

[For about a second, he ponders about what it is his teammate is doing up there. But no matter. He waves the thought away like smoke circling his head.]

I'm afraid t'e science of explosives is not one of my many skills. Unless you can name t'e right ingredients necessary for such a weapon.

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[ Just laying there, although he rolls over to peer down at Spy. ]

Well I ain't no demo, but we used to mess around all da time wid dat kinda stuff when I was a kid.

[ Which he pretty much still was. ]

All you need for da bleach bomb's bleach 'n foil, 'cept I dunno where we get the foil from. Hell, you got matches, we could just light it and throw it. I mean, dat's a great distraction.

You ain't never made anything like that when you was young?

[un_beau_coquin]

T'ere ought to be some in a supply closet, per'aps down in t'e mess. I'll keep an eye out when I go around later. It is far from a discreet distraction, but not a terrible idea.

[He stretches out, puts his feet up against the bed frame.]

No, I would never use any of my mot'er's cleaning supplies like t'at.

[bonking]

Then what'd you do fer fun?

[ Inconceivable. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy sighs, the end of the exhale curling with a groan.]

Adolescence... Was not a fun time for me.

[bonking]

[ A grunt. ]

Maybe you shoulda considered blowin' some shit up, den.

[ Point proven. He rolls over, slipping off Spy's bed and swinging onto his, and consequently Spy, landing in a sit on the man's stomach if he doesn't move quick enough. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

I've always treasured subtlety over--

[Scout's movement does prompt Spy to look up, but seeing as he's comfortably seated, it doesn't occur to him to try to dodge anything. He immediately regrets it, now burdened with his teammate's weight.]

Dieu, Scout, you could 'ave at least provided me wit' a warning--

[bonking]

What fun would thata been?

[ Scout grins, reaching to try flicking the end of Spy's nose before he scoots off to the rest of the mattress. Truth be told he was kind of expecting a punch or for the other man to try throwing him off, but he's pleasantly surprised. ]

Get offa my bunk.

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy anticipates the flick and swats at Scout's hand. Sure, he doesn't like having his personal space invaded, but he's not going to brawl over it. Not in this confined space.]

Or else what?

[He thought Scout preferred the top bunk, but Spy doesn't want to give him any ideas. Instead, he'll just be annoying, maybe give Scout some of his own medicine.]

[bonking]

[ Growing up with seven other boys has made Scout pretty blasé about just body slamming another guy or otherwise treating them like punchable sources of amusement. If you think about family drives, one can also understand why he's not too bad with close-quartered skirmishes. And it's probably why he's not immediately grossed out by Spy being so close.

He arches a brow at Spy, leaning back against the wall. He prods one of the other man's gangly legs with a heel.]

Whassamatta old man, arthritis flarin' up?

[ Oof, poor choice of words. His nose wrinkles slightly. ]

You wan' cuddle? Dat it?

[un_beau_coquin]

Is t'at an offer? I told you, it is definitely not unusual to fall for t'e likes of me.

[You've opened up way too many opportunities to make passes at you, Scout. For fear of getting his nose broken, Spy doesn't lean in too close, but he does put a hand between their bodies, leaning his weight onto it.]

[bonking]

[ Scout tenses up, the muscles in his arms beginning to coil in preparation for a strike, but at this point he knows Spy's expecting it.

You ever get so curious, though, you think of saying something dumb just to see what someone's next move would be? No? ]

Sure, Spy.

[ A smirk. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Yeah, Spy would be prepared to dodge if Scout went for it. But that response throws him off guard, lifting an eyebrow into his balaclava.

But that's a challenge if he ever heard of one. It would be pretty damn unsportsmanlike to get hit in the face now, but Spy is also aware Scout is far from a gentleman, so he remains cautious.

He crawls closer, planting a hand on the mattress on either side of Scout's body. They should be close enough to breathe each other's air.]

'Ow gracious of you. Sometimes t'is body of mine could use a little warming up.

[bonking]

[ His smirk lessens as Spy closes in, some shark in wooly headgear. He sets his head back against the wall, keeping most of the other man's face in his vision. Shit.

He lifts a hand, pressing it to Spy's chest, pushing him just enough to be able to slide down under him, further onto the bed. His legs hang over the side of the bed, knees flexing against it to help pull him down further and in case he needs to sit back up quickly. ]

Yeah, probably cuz you got ice water in yer veins. Like-a snake.

[un_beau_coquin]

What a poetic comparison. Shall I congratulate you?

[It's awkward. Spy knows Scout isn't one hundred percent into the idea of cuddling - hell, even Spy meant it as a joke - but for some reason, his teammate agreed. Probably to throw him off. But if they're going to play this game, Spy will play well, dammit.

Easing onto his side, Spy relaxes his arm so that it's slung over Scout's stomach.]