Look who finally made it.

[a_sharp_dresser]

[Hello Dear Mun, have a Spy folding his arms and tapping his foot impatiently.]

...

[...what?]

Don't play stupid, even if you are quite good at it. You know what I'm waiting for.

[...fine. I'm so sorry for waiting so long to make your account.]

Hmm...well, I suppose zhat is zhe best I can expect from you. Very well, your..."apology", if you can even call it zhat, is accepted.

[He waves his hand dismissively.]

At any rate, now zhat I am here I 'ave a bit of catching up to do. Which is fine, I do enjoy my job after all.

Comments

[hasstandards]

Brilliant. Now my mun can stop askin' me what happened to you, as if I'd know.

[a_sharp_dresser]

[Have a smirk.]

Nice to see you too, Bushman.

[hasstandards]

I'll have you know I've been on my best behavior in your absence.

[a_sharp_dresser]

I expected nothing less.

[A beat.]

And what of my teammates? Have zhey been well?

[hasstandards]

You're better off asking them yourself. I don't talk to 'em.

[Usually.]

[sentryslinger]

Good to see you around these parts, Spy. You let me know if I can help you out with that catchin' up business.

[a_sharp_dresser]

Ah, Laborer, you never let me down. That would be much appreciated, merci.

[sentryslinger]

Well, you haven't missed much. Numbers are pretty even on both sides, we've got two Assistants wanderin' around keepin' an eye on things, and no one has killed anyone yet, I don't think. Only a few shots been fired, too.

Overall, things aren't so bad around here.

[a_sharp_dresser]

Even? Glorious, I was getting tired of being outnumbered.

[A smirk.]

Not zhat I doubted we could handle it, mind you.

[A brief pause.]

And what of you? I heard from zhe mundane zhat zhere was a recent RED Spy infestation. Nothing you couldn't handle, I trust?

[sentryslinger]

Not when I've got Pyro around watchin' my back. She's good at keepin' 'em off me most of the time.

I'm not sure it's all that necessary around here, though. They don't seem to be as willing to fight as they would be on the battlefield. That doesn't mean they leave my contraptions alone, but Spies will be Spies.

[not_onyourside]

[Oh no one has killed anyone? What about when you and the BLU Medic threw dirt on him and chased him around and shot him full of holes? What was that?]

[not_onyourside]

Where have you been? Eets boring wezzout any friendly competition.

[a_sharp_dresser]

Locked in zhe bowels of my mundane's headspace.

You would not believe how boring it was.

[not_onyourside]

My sympazzies. You seem to have missed quite zhe influx of Spies lately.

[a_sharp_dresser]

Oh? Any worth noting zhis time around?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Ya ain't missed a whole lot. Shouldn't be too hard t' play catch up.

[a_sharp_dresser]

Zhat is good at least.

[Brief pause.]

At any rate, how 'ave you been doing?

[bye_to_yer_head]

'Bout th' same. Back in that Mayfield place too. As if Paradise wasn't enough 'f a nightmare.

Least I got teammates in both places now.

[a_sharp_dresser]

Indeed. Zhough, I'm afraid I won't be much help once I get to Paradise. I'm going to be in bad shape.

[makesgoodteam]

SPY! [OH SHIT A SPY WHERE'S SASCHA-]

... Oh wait, is our spy. Privyet!

[a_sharp_dresser]

[DON'T TAZE SHOOT ME, BRO!]

Nice to see you on your guard, comrade.

[makesgoodteam]

Is what I am good for, da?

[Considerably more relaxed now, and putting away his giant gun.]

[a_sharp_dresser]

[He appreciates it.]

Indeed. And how have you been, Heavy?

ic +1

[crediting]

Much better spy than coward in RED.

[a_sharp_dresser]

You are too kind, Heavy.