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]

[Still watching with mild interest as his teammate slithers away. Then he steps back to stretch, popping a few bones in his neck and shoulders.]

Bien. Je pense...

[He shakes his head as if to clear it.]

I t'ink I am going to take a nap.

[Which is an appropriate response to what he thinks is his pain meds wearing off. He covers Scout's trail and clambers up to his bunk, curling up in the warmth his teammate left behind. Maybe no cigarettes this time.

As long as Scout keeps his word, which Spy is a somewhat doubtful of, Spy won't think too much of this incident. For now. Scout's response should amuse him when it hits, but maybe he'll do some thinking first for once in his life.]

[bonking]

Yeah, I mean yer age is showin' now more than ever.

[ Which is a low blow by a man who just got blown by this other man, but he's a slave to the comeback. You understand? You get it. Yeah.

Scout is going to be doing some soul searching in the next hour or so, though, while Spy possibly takes a nap, so all things balance themselves out. That just happened. He just let that happen. Gay chicken is now pretty goddamned gay on his end now. What.

If nothing else, Spy should have a considerable silence in which he can take advantage of. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[All Scout gets in response is a mumble as Spy falls off into the world of sleep. Have fun soul searching, Spy did that a couple years back. Though Spy should probably do some of his own, having just engaged in a rather intimate activity with someone on his own team and the son of a woman he romanced (is romancing?). But, being the adult he is, he's going to ignore that for now.

Feet against the mattress should be an easy wake up call, if Scout feels the need.]