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

[un_beau_coquin]

'Ow was it?

[He's just being his usual smug self. It's not really a question, especially not with the way he curls his mouth into a sharp smile.]

[bonking]

[ Scout tilts a brow. Were you like this when you blew him, Spy? He can't remember. ]

Uh. I dunno about you, Spy, but I'd say it was a success.

[ He gets that Spy is fishing and generally being smug, so he's deliberately being nonchalant. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[He chuckles.]

Maybe I should 'ave gone wit' t'e old, "Was it good for you, too?"

[Nonetheless, his smirk lingers. He has Scout's shouts tucked into his memory, which is evidence enough for him.

Not to mention... He reaches out to touch the mark he left on Scout's neck.]

[bonking]

[ At that, he puffs, maybe not gentling, but looking begrudgingly amused. ]

Yeah Spy, I've had worse.

[ He's not sure if he feels better about the situation because he saw Spy seemed pretty into it too, but that probably exactly it. When the other touches his neck, Scout stupidly tries to see what he's touching since it seems like Spy's attention is on one spot rather than trying to stroke his throat like he usually did. ]

Whassat?

[un_beau_coquin]

Now why would I go and ruin t'e surprise?

[His fingers ghost along Scout's neck for a moment longer before he pulls away.

Oh, shit. The showers. The other inmates might see... Now he's not sure if he should laugh or worry. Most people don't take this sort of thing well ("this sort of thing" meaning homosexual relations, of course), and it shouldn't be hard to put two and two together.

Instead of settling on a straight expression, Spy's face is caught between a smirk and a look of disbelief, his eyebrows approaching his hairline.]

[bonking]

[ Scout glowers at him suspiciously, but it looks like he's just drowsy and not in any mood to care too much. This theory is proven by the way he zips his jumpsuit back up and rolls over. ]

Whateva. Wake me up when they wheel in breakfast.

[ Truth be told, he was concerned about the other inmates too, and that was without knowing Spy gave him a big fat hickey to walk around with. He hadn't heard anyone catcalling or shouting for them to shut up while he and Spy were going at it, but he wasn't listening either. He was pretty sure the guys a couple cells down played Romeo and Juliet, but that wasn't what you'd really call a consensual arrangement. As much as Scout was going to have some trouble figuring out what this was ( or not thinking about it ), he wasn't going to act like any of it was against his will.

Anyway, he was pretty sure he could take anyone that had a problem with him or wanted to be a problem for him, and at this point he was almost sure Spy would have his back. Weird as that was. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

Alright.

[Right, the zipper. Once he fixes that, he brushes his hair out of his face and straightens his jumpsuit. Then he's on his feet, pulling out his box of cigarettes to light up.

He paces the room a bit before setting his back against the wall opposite to where the bed is situated. Although his gaze lingers, it ultimately lands on Scout, not really looking at him, but just having nothing else more interesting to see.

And he would protect Scout. There hasn't been a moment where he wouldn't, aside from protecting his teammate from himself. That's a different story. But they're a team, not just part of one anymore, a unit, and the thought settles just fine with Spy, though he wouldn't say it aloud.

Yeah. They really need to get out of this place.]