Trois Coups: EVENT. Chaste Spy is Sad Spy. [Action]

[meettheknife]

[Even in his waking moments in the morning, Spy felt an unfamiliar feeling creep upon him. Needless to say, he was a light sleeper, but he usually woke up from somewhat pleasurable dreams when he was able to. Today he felt nothing. An empty, detestable feeling sat in the pit of his stomach

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This is going to be the saddest conversation.

[not_onyourside]

[Spy hasn't slept well since he arrived in this place, unfamiliar surroundings plus the lack of any real purpose was making him homesick and miserable. Today he's decided to get up early and at least make the pretense of staying fit for the job, throwing a few knives at a target painted on a fence in the park.

But something was off, every failed hit crashed down on him as a personal failing until he didn't even have the motivation to collect his knives out of the fence anymore. What was the point? He just wasn't good at this, he was a terrible Spy and this place was his punishment for all his failings.

He's just going to sit in the cold snow and suffer, the way he deserves.]

SO FULL OF EMOTIONS.

[meettheknife]

[Coming to a stop in front of the other, he watches him practise. Generally, out of nothing more than mutual Spy respect of course, he can appreciate the way the other moves. He'd always liked to watch the little things, the way people walk and talk and the way they present themselves is something all Spies must keep an eye on. Today he didn't feel that fondness, just an emptiness.

Curious about this feeling, or lack of feeling as it were, he padded over to the other. He doesn't sit, he stands over him and watches him.]

Is zere somezhing ze matter?

[not_onyourside]

Oui. Non. I mean--

[He drops his face into his hands.]

I do not know. I feel odd, perhaps I am getting sick.

[He doesn't believe that at all. Glancing up at the other he notes the shiny new padlock around his belt. Reaching up he flicks it with one finger.]

What ees zhis?

[meettheknife]

[He raises an eyebrow at him.]

Sitting in ze snow isn't going to 'elp za- Aat--.

[He pretty much flies back a few inches, out of touching range.]

Do not touch it. You should not be putting your fingers zere.

[hasstandards]

[Having taken the dog out for his morning walkies, Sniper was surprised to see Spy out and about, heading down the street in his direction as he headed back toward the base. More surprising was the strange addition to his wardrobe, the metal hanging off his belt shining dully in the morning light.

Normally, he'd let that slide; however, given that this was Spy and they were about to pass each other, it seemed rude- even for Sniper- not to speak to him. Once he was within earshot of Spy, he nodded.]

G'day.

[meettheknife]

[Totally lost in thought, Spy hardly notices the RED Sniper pass him. He hunches over a bit and tucks his hands in his pockets. He looks up as the other speaks and stares at him for a second before replying.]

Hmmm.

[hasstandards]

[Sure, RED hadn't been on the best of terms with Spy, especially since their breakfast together, but he'd expected more than an indistinct noise in greeting from him. His odd posture is even more curious- not that RED cares or anything.]

Tryin' a new look, I see.

[meettheknife]

[How dare he notice his lock. Where exactly are his eyes going to be ables to see that!?

Time to be non-chalant.]

I 'ave no idea what you are referring to.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*BLU is out walking the crocadog, hoping to get her a little more used to her surroundings and people in general when he comes across Spy. On the bright side it's not the one from his base, but it's still really early in the morning to be dealing with one of them.

He sighs and tips his hat politely, planning to just walk on by.*

[meettheknife]

[He sideglances at Sniper and his dog and narrows his eyes at them, shaking his head a little before perking up again.]

Morning.

[bye_to_yer_head]

G'day.

*He tugs Tipsy away from slobbering all over Spy's shoes.*

Yer up early.

[meettheknife]

I could not sleep.

[He gives the dog a suspicious look.]

[skooshyscoot]

[There was something off about Scout when she'd woken up that morning. She hadn't had any worthwhile dreams the night before, but when she'd risen that day, the need for sex had almost been painful for her, and her sheets were drenched in sweat and from the heat pooling in her body. All that put together had her tearing out of bed as if the devil himself was after her, and had her in the icy spray of the shower trying to relieve the ache for the better part of two hours before she finally gave up.

Fuck it, she was going out and getting sex. After frantically getting dressed (if going out in just a skirt and a bra with no underwear can be called dressed), Scout was storming out the door and looking for someone to pounce on.]

[meettheknife]

[Spy is sitting on a bench with a cup of coffee in his hands. He seems very focused on his reflection in the brown liquid, in reality he's just trying to keep his mind off obscene things.

His walk had not aided him in clearing his mind, but he figured he would be safe here on the couch in the silence of the park.

He sighs softly, the exhalation of air causing his coffee to ripple slightly, as if to reflect the peacefullness of the scene.]

[skooshyscoot]

[Upon seeing the lone shape of the RED Spy, a wide grin sprinkled with a touch of relief spread across the Scout's face. Of all people to run into, Spy would most certainly help her out with her "problem", right?

That was the only thing on her mind as she slid over to him and captured one of his arms in her own.]

What'cha doin' out here all by yourself, Spy?

[meettheknife]

[He nearly jumped out of his skin and off the bench as she captured his arm. He had heard someone approaching him, but the forwardness of her actions had startled him.

He raises his eyebrow and looks down at her, looking horrified at her get up.]

Scout! You are almost naked!

[meettheknife]

I am walking, what does it look like?

[meettheknife]

Protection.