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.

Comments

probably not. i assume at this point in time too early for bed though? :b

[un_beau_coquin]

Oui, oui. I'm taking t'e guard t'is time, you're running, we will push t'e button, we will rescue your toys... Everyt'ing is in order.

[Spy crouches in front of Scout's bed and holds up three fingers.]

'Ow many fingers can you see?

works for me! scout doesn't know

[bonking]

Four.

[ Defiantly. He swats at that hand a bit. ]

I got it.

the struggles of no windows

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy was about to cloak, but now he's not so sure. He swats back just because.]

Wait, you're not being serious, right?

[bonking]

...What?

[ Batting back, just because. It's almost like he can't hero it. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

You're really not in t'ere, are you.

[Taps the backs of Scout's fingers individually.]

[bonking]

[ He tries to grasp Spy's hands in turn, squeezing. ]

I'm right here, froglegs.

[ Even if he can't see that well. Not that he knows it. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[He lets him, though he'll wiggle his fingers once they're in his teammate's grasp.]

I'm not quite so sure about that. I was 'olding up t'ree fingers, not four.

[bonking]

° He tries to mash them down and keep them secure like this is whack-a-mole with fingers. ]

Sure, but you're also a lyin' asshole.

[ Just sayin. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[More finger wiggling.]

You t'ink I'd lie about somet'ing so trivial as t'is just to fuck wit' you?

[Give him a little credit.]

[bonking]

Yeah.

[ Grasping at the other fingers to snag them all at once or try. Great game. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[His hands still for a moment.]

Please. You're not t'at special.

[Slides his fingers out of Scout's grip before resuming the tapping against Scout's hands, following the lines of his hand wraps.]

[bonking]

Yeah I am.

[ He swells a tiny bit, moving to swat at the other's wrists and hands. ]

Right now, pal, I'm the only thing you got.

[un_beau_coquin]

Maybe for t'e moment.

[He'll admit that much. With a wry grin, he grabs at Scout's wrists.]

But by t'at logic, I am also t'e only t'ing you've got.

[bonking]

[ Scout's lip curls a little and he tugs. But then, a small smirk. ]

You sayin I own you?

[ Dig dig dig. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

Is t'at what you want to believe?

[Answering questions with questions. Spy follows the tugging, but he doesn't let go.]

What would you do wit' me, if you owned me?

[bonking]

Make you fess up to it, fer starters.

[ ...Okay, this just got weird. He was trying to come back with something and not just obviously wilt, but he's getting there, reaching up to try and shove a hand in Spy's face. ]

I'm gonna sleep.

[un_beau_coquin]

[Scout gets within an inch of his face and Spy backs off, trying to hold back laughter and failing.]

You're too easy. [A pause.] But I suppose I ought to give 'alf t'e credit to t'e meds and t'e injuries.

[He gets to his feet with a few final snorts of amusement.]

Bien. You honestly need it.

[bonking]

Kiss my ass.

[ Surly, he tries to kick out at Spy as he retreats and misses. The sulking is easily readable on his young face, though he soon turns over enough to face the wall. ]

Go bean yaself.

[un_beau_coquin]

You are such a sore loser. And I'll pretend I understood your slang, just for your sake.

[He wanders over to the unconscious man on the ground to find a new source of entertainment.]

I will be 'ere when you wake up, mon petit.

[The nickname is said sweetly, like a pet name should be, but the fact that it follows the exchange they just had adds a mocking edge to it.]

[bonking]

Die.

[ But the fact he can give his back to Spy probably says well enough, even if he is stewing a little, mostly at himself. Now that his head has hit the pillow, the cocktail of drugs and pain are enough that he'll pass out in minutes without any stimulation. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Such a reaction amuses Spy to the point where he'd whistle if not for the fact that it would bring attention to their cell.

Spy prods the unconscious man on the floor enough that he wiggles over his pool of blood, soaking his jumpsuit with it. It's far from a satisfactory cleaning job, but it'll do.

Eventually, he does wake up. When his eyes identify Spy towering over him, a series of expressions flash over his face - rage, frustration, weariness. The inmate settles on fear at last, scuttling away from Spy and to the door.

As Spy watches him warble at the closest guard, he pulls out a cigarette and lights up, amused.]