possibly headed somewhere.

[rougeries]

[ now, all in a french accent of course: ]

Yes, yes, I know your plans. I always do, and I can always cut it up for you.

Comments

[quickly]

's been a while since I smelled yer terrible cigs, man.

hey! it's asami-mun. x)

[rougeries]

Likewise, it's been a while since I've smelled the scent of sweet, bubbling soda off you.

Whatever have I missed?

[bateleur]

Cut it up?

[rogueries]

Indeed. A fine example, of course, would be her hopes and dreams.

Don't we all have much more to do than entertainment?

[sentryslinger]

You Spies are just always in everyone's business, ain't ya?

[bateleur]

I do not believe that will earn you the favor of your mundane.

[rogueries]

And such, she will leave me be and return me "home."

Unlike your situation, am I correct?

[rogueries]

Just as much as you tinker with your toys, Laborer.

Or have you gone rusty while I wasn't there? [ TO SAP. ]

[bateleur]

How would you know anything of that?

[sentryslinger]

No rust here. You're not the only one comin' after my contraptions, you know.

[rogueries]

"Quack, quack, quack," the duck goes.

[rogueries]

Non, but I do enjoy watching it go boom at times.

[ hon hon hon. ]

Will you be building them in another world, that I wonder.

[sentryslinger]

Now that depends, doesn't it?

[rogueries]

On your wishes? I doubt it.

[sentryslinger]

Now that's just an unfortunate part of the process with these mundanes. You don't have a lot of say in where they send you, but that don't mean ya can't make the most of it.

[rogueries]

There's too many fools who would plan the opposite.

[ s m o k e s. ]

And yet, you seem most excited to be torn away from your machines.

[sentryslinger]

It's not that I won't miss the old ones. I'm just thinkin' ahead to all the new ones I can build.

1/2

[rogueries]

[ thoughts: ... "spy-detecting sentries."

"spy-detecting landmines."

"spy-detecting (insert more here.)"

eugh. ]

[rogueries]

Don't lose your mind in the process too much.

I'd be severely disappointed not to play with them myself.

[sentryslinger]

My mind is a finely-tuned instrument itself. If there's one machine I'll take care of, it'll be that one. I guarantee it.

[rogueries]

Let us hope it continues so to your old age, oui?

[sentryslinger]

Oh, it will. You know what they say about that, don't ya? If you don't use it, you lose it. Doesn't bode well for some folks, but I reckon a man like myself will be just fine.

[not_onyourside]

My my, aren't we zhe angry one. Wake up on zhe wrong side of zhe bed mon ami?

I FEEL SO BAD but I don't think I know you? ;___;

[quickly]

Uh.

Nothin'! My mun's been a lazy sack a'crap so I haven't done much lately. Goin' back t'some real creepy town soon, though.

it is fine! lusted @ dw c:

[rogueries]

Ah, then I haven't missed much at all.

Will you have a wife, or will you be a child? [ spy's gotta spy... ]

[rogueries]

No, no, but she wishes I was.

[ smoke? ]

[not_onyourside]

[But of course.]

She wishes you had woken up on zhe wrong side of zhe bed?

[Oh wait.. he thinks he it.]

Or wishes you had woken up een zhe bed een zhe first place?

[rogueries]

[ he just smiles at that. b i n g o. ]

It would be much more pleasant, I may have just given her a little more leeway.

Another face, however. Surely there's another story.

haha I shoulda guessed!

[quickly]

...

I ain't a kid, so I'm assumin' I ain't gonna be one dere, either.

[rogueries]

[ just looks at him before smirking — or he's spent too much time with the blu scoot's mom. "my babyyyy!!"

excuse him, however, as he chuckles at the thought of scout having a wife. ]

[not_onyourside]

Hmmm. An eenteresting situation you are een to be sure. I would zhink zhat would give you zhe upper hand, non?

[quickly]

[Not impressed with that laughter, Spy. Not at all.]

What's so freakin' funny?

i apologize for the super late tag. still not used to him

[rogueries]

Without my beautiful face?

[ read: m a s k. ]

No need to apologize. <3

[not_onyourside]

I am not following, mon ami.

[bateleur]

... I see. It seems my own mundane has not been particularly discreet.