[Spy is craving smokes and he's craving them bad. There are some in his bedside drawer at home, but from all he's heard, he's afraid to look at them.

To try and suppress his twitching, Spy has decided to go on a walk. The clean air around him is nothing like the nicotine he craves, but he supposes it wouldn't be too bad to try and quit now, right ( Read more... )

At least I still 'ave my cigarettes. [He opens up his case and lights up.

Currently, his back is facing the camera, the only signs of movement from him being the rise and fall of his chest as he takes a few drags of his cigarette.]

Now zhen. Gentlemen. While I do enjoy a good game every now and zhen myself, I do not appreciate zhis one. A teleporter ( Read more... )

[I wake up in the mornin' feelin' like--

well

fuck, like nothing close to what he normally feels. Spy wakes up and immediately reaches for his mask on the bedside table. When he feels nothing, he continues to lean over and grab at the air, tilting his body until he rolls off the bed.

Awake now, he takes a look around from his spot on the floor. ( Read more... )

( And I miss your ginger hair and the way you like to dress-- )

( Dead culture application turned into headcanon. )