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]

[A chuckle rasps past his lips, the sound pushed out by the force of his back colliding with the floor.]

You need to t'ink of better insults, petit.

[He shakes out his arms to get a feel for the strength of Scout's grip. If possible, he'll return his hands to Scout's neck to continue his stroking. At least for now he can aim to wrap a leg around Scout's back, pushing his heel against his favorite back-stabbing point.]

[bonking]

[ The younger man's head twitches as if he's going to avoid the touch, but ultimately he lets Spy do it in favor of moving his own hands down to the man's shoulders. His back bows a little under the pressure, one hand going back to encircle the knee of that leg. ]

Whuteva! All you do is call me stuff in French - you can't even say it in a language I understand, it's so bad!

What's conrad even mean, anyway?

[ Someone pays attention to their pet names, even if they can't pronounce it for shit. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

Connard. It 'as many connotations, but for t'e sake of simplicity, let's say it means "ass'ole". Sometimes you're just better off not knowing what I say to you.

[Which is the whole point of him speaking in French, anyway. Aside from the moments when he just forgets.

He's aware of the arm around his leg, and it makes him wary, not that he shows it outwardly. Instead, he'll try to use it to lower Scout's body. At the same time, he pulls Scout down by his neck.]

You've still got somet'ing on your lip.

[bonking]

[ The arm is mostly there to make sure Spy doesn't get any crazy ideas about kicking him in the kidneys or his spine, but it also squeezes that knee in warning even as he leans over the other man. His eyes narrow down at Spy, wary, gauging.

The tip of his tongue pokes out between his lips and swipes over the broken skin. His breath smells like blood as it wafts warm over the other's face. ]

Did I get it?

[un_beau_coquin]

'Old on.

[Spy smirks a wordless warning before lifting his head to lick at Scout's lip. The smell of blood should be a turn off, and it certainly gets his stomach to roll at least once in his torso, but Spy knows he did that. That's his mark on this bloody asshole's face, and there's something satisfying about that.]

[bonking]

[ Scout lets him. It stings, and maybe it's all the tussling or the pain, but his breathing is a bit thicker. He lowers his head a little further, until his nose is almost brushing Spy's splint.]

I'm not doin' you.

[ He feels the same way about the spatter on Spy's face as Spy does about the blood, but as far as he's concerned, it can stay. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Considering their proximity, Spy is tempted to nip that split lip, but he refrains.]

Okay.

[He tilts his head back as if he were contemplating his teammate's face. At this point, he figures he can take a little more abuse, save for another hit to the nose of course. So why not push it a little more?

Carefully, he moves forward to kiss Scout this time around.]

[bonking]

[ Believe it or not, Scout hasn't been kissed in a long time... And he's going to have to wait a bit longer, as he jerks his head back when Spy tries to close the distance once again. Not only would that would have been gay as all hell because none of the other things he's let Spy do were, but he's just heard the characteristic click of the security door opening down the hall.

Must be food, considering no one's ever come when they've been doing a lot worse than almost kissing on the floor of their cell.

Scout pats one of Spy's cheeks with his free hand, trying to pull the leg around him off with the other so he can quickly get up. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[The flinch is a clear rejection, so Spy falls back without resistence. He heard the click, too, so he goes slack, releasing his teammate from his grip entirely, pulling his arms and leg back.

However, he is content to lie on the ground a little longer to catch his breath. Calming down means letting any remaining adrenalin in his system ebb away, leaving him with pain and soreness. As a second thought, he licks his thumb and tries to rub at where he can feel the blood drying on his face.]

[bonking]

[ Scout goes to get their food, where he has a conversation with the guard starting with the question "Is he dead?" ]

No, he's layin' on the floor cuz I kicked his ass and you took his fuckin' bed!

[ Spy will have time to recover while Scout it trying to have it out with the guard through the door, though it's not terribly long until he's turning back and putting the food on the table. One of his biggest problems with being trapped in this cell is that anyone can win an argument with him just by walking away. Well, everyone except Spy. ]

Yo, you better get up before I eat ya food.

[un_beau_coquin]

Are you spreading lies, Scout?

[Rubs at his face a bit more before getting up. Yeah, he probably missed most of that blood.]

Telling people you "kicked my ass" to make yourself feel better?

[There's no real malice in his tone, but he does parrot Scout's voice because he can. He wears a wry smile, coming to the table to inspect his food.]

[bonking]

Well, I won.

[ Shrug. He came out on top, didn't he? ]

And then you hadta lay on the floor for a little bit. Whaddayou call that?

[un_beau_coquin]

Who says you won? T'ere's no referee in 'ere or anyt'ing, no judges.

[Pausing to have a bite. At least drugs will numb the soreness.]

You could call it contemplating my victory. You could also call it taking my time. I wouldn't call it losing.

[bonking]

[ Scout's been shoveling food in his mouth this whole time, and he speaks around a mouthful, cheeks bulging like some sort of chipmunk. ]

Well, like you said, ain't no referee, so I guess we're gonna just have to agree to disagree.

[ His jaw still hurts like hell, and there's a purpled bruise on it now. He'll be damned if he lets Spy know that, though, or lets it interfere with eating. He swallows. ]

'cept, yanno, you're wrong. 'Con-teem-plating mah victowy', my ass.

[ Look, he can do a horrible accent of you, too. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Well, they're both wearing souvenirs from the fight, so he won't mention anything... yet. If it lingers into the next day, he might just make a comment.

Spy snorts.] Is t'at supposed to be me? Why don't you stick to somet'ing you're good at?

[Another pause to eat, because he's not a fucking animal, unlike some people.]

You will 'ave to refresh my memory on t'at one, 'owever.

[bonking]

Why don't you steek to someting yor goot at?

[ What if he just mimics you in a terrible imitation for the rest of the day, Spy? What if? ]

I guess you could say I'm good at takin' ya breath away and putin' you on ya back.

[ He grins sharply, but also a little sardonically. He heard Spy wheezing. He was kicking the man in the lungs at the time, but still... ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy rolls his eyes, showing the whites for a second.]

Mature response, as is expected.

[Still rolling his eyes as he finishes his meal. One day they're going to roll right out of his head and he'll be worse off than Demo.]

You sound like you enjoy t'at more t'an I was expecting.

[Is his kinda-sorta-flirting rubbing off on Scout? Good lord.]

[bonking]

[ Well, there's a difference being able to emulate someone and actually taking on their habits, Spy should know that. ]

Pal, anytime you want to have it out with me, I'm game.

[ He takes another bite, thoughtfully correcting himself. ]

'cept after this, I'm takin' a nap.

[ The anti-psychotic drugs tend to make him pretty drowsy and less inclined to be violent, imagine that. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[He's unsure if Scout is deliberately avoiding addressing what Spy really meant by that, but he won't pursue it. There's something more important to consider right now.]

And you assume you get first shift on t'e bed?

[Gestures to the plates. He's going to be sleepy soon, too, and after rolling around he's not inclined to sleep on the floor.]

[bonking]

[ Scout squints at him. ]

Woah, wut? Spy, it's my bed.

[ And just to make that clear, he gets up from his finished plate and moves over to sit on it. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Is Spy really ready to deal with this bullshit childishness right now? He rubs his temples.]

Not'ing in t'is room is yours seeing as you are a prisoner, Scout. It is just as much yours as it is mine.

[bonking]

[ The childish response is to flop back onto the bed and give an exaggerated stretch out, folding his arms behind his head. Scout's the sort of person who, if he wanted someone, would lick it to claim it. It's just that the bed's too big to bother trying that. He shuts his eyes, though a sliver of the one closest to Spy is open to watch him. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

Don't say I didn't give you an alternative, because I did.

[And because Spy has the capacity to be just as childish as Scout, he's going to pretty much jump onto the bed with his back down. It'll leave him vulnerable to Scout pushing him off, but he's hoping that dumping all his weight in the general vicinity of Scout's stomach will catch him off guard.]

[bonking]

[ Wow. Is someone taking a leaf out of his playbook? Because body slamming Spy for taking his bed would have been exactly Scout's solution.

Scout is caught off guard, a whuff of air surging out of him. Spy's lucky he didn't just puke all over him, but man, he comes close, retching against Spy's shoulder. One hand reaches up to slap at the man's body while he tries to roll over onto his side in a recovery position. He can't even talk for a moment because he's so concerned about not throwing up his dinner. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[A grin cracks his face before he breaks out into laughter. When was the last time he laughed here? And not just dry chuckles or patronizing, wheezing laughter as air is being squeezed out of his throat, but something genuine and occasionally interrupted by snorts.

Because he's feeling so kind and gracious, he adjusts his weight so he's not lying on Scout anymore.]