Action - A special delivery

[not_onyourside]

[Spy has failed as a member of RED, as a Spy, as a member of society in general. He's feeling worthless and humble and miserable and in an effort to both cheer himself up and make amends to everyone he's ever wronged he has made muffins for the residents of Paradise. That means you BLU Sniper, RED Spy, RED Sniper and anyone else he happens to cross

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[hasstandards]

[RED was heading into the den, the smell wafting from the kitchen drawing his attention. Hm. Maybe Pyro changed her mind about those accusations and is making some apology food.

Somehow, he wasn't surprised to find Spy there instead when he rounded the corner. That made sense, too.]

Been busy, I see.

[not_onyourside]

[Spy was a bit sluggish to respond, having not slept in several days, too busy making muffins.]

Oh hello. I have made you some muffins. To apologize for my foul behavior.

[He gestured to the counter.]

I did not know what you enjoyed so I made several.

[hasstandards]

You... made me muffins.

[He raised an eyebrow. It wasn't unusual for Spy to want to cook, nor was it a surprise he'd made Sniper food; however, the foul behavior was new, unless he meant something years back.]

What for, again?

[not_onyourside]

[He hung his head, staring intently into the blueberry batter he was stirring.]

For being a terrible Spy and a poor teammate. I zhought perhaps I could start to make amends.

[hasstandards]

Since when are you either of those things?

[And that was as close to complimenting Spy as RED got.]

[not_onyourside]

Since always?

[He hesitated a bit unsure now.]

I zhink.

[hasstandards]

You think? Look, if this is about when you got me in the eye with your knife, that's been ages. Ya don't have to go makin' up for it now.

[not_onyourside]

I do not know. I just ---

[Well now that he really thinks about it he's not sure exactly why he's feeling like this. But that's beside the point. The point is that Sniper has denied his muffins and Spy looks on the verge of crying.]

Do you not want any zhen?

[hasstandards]

[Sniper saw that bleary look in Spy's eyes and was not sure what to do about it. His brow furrowed.]

I didn't say that, mate. Let's have one.

[not_onyourside]

Alright.

[Deep inside he knew that Sniper was just humoring him. He didn't really want anything from the Spy. Nothing he did was worth anything anyway.]

Zhose ones are cranberry and zhose are pumpkin spice. Zhese will be blueberry but zhey will not be ready for a while.

[hasstandards]

[He eyed his choices, finally taking one of the pumpkin spice. He turned back to the table as he took a bite, collecting a few tools he'd left there- that, and he wanted to avoid that look Spy was giving him. Why was everyone acting so strangely? First the other Spy, then Pyro, and now this one.]

S'good, mate. Ya do know how to cook.

[not_onyourside]

[He gave a brief nod before turning back to the batter he was working on.]

Zhank you.

[He poured the muffin tin full of batter and slid it into the oven, silently settling back to wait for it to finish cooking.]

[hasstandards]

[Sniper let out a sigh as he opened his ammo pouch and rifled through it. He didn't particularly care, but he got the feeling Spy wanted to be asked. It did fit his usual pattern of clamoring for attention.]

I'll bite. What's wrong?

[not_onyourside]

I do not know. I just feel -- odd. Perhaps I am overtired.

[Instead of elaborating or throwing himself over Sniper for attention he just falls silent and stares intently down at the ground. He is not enjoying this feeling at all.]

[hasstandards]

Maybe you oughtta try sleeping, then. I got some stuff for that, if you need any.

[not_onyourside]

Non, I zhink I shall be fine. But you are very kind to offer.

[He takes the muffins out, scruitinizing then for doneness, then sets the tray on the counter to let them cool.]

I am not sure what ees wrong. I have felt strange for several days. Zhe ozzer Spy, zhe -- zhe better Spy, he ees feeling eet too.