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[stabstabstab]

Mademoiselle, with all due respect.

What the hell are you thinking?

I do not need these ridiculous 'plots' that you are coming up with nor I do not need a 'catharsis' of any sort; I am fine the way I am. I am a Spy, not some sentimental fool. That would be that other RED idiot.

Cease this foolishness at once. You've already proven yourself incapable of managing me in that Haunted House, and you're struggling in that bizarre city. I fail to see how you'll be any different in this, this 'Paradise'.

And you will leave him out of this. Do you understand? He will not be involved in any of this, this shit that you have planned.

I offer no mercy to those who pry into my personal life. You would do well to remember this, girl.

Consider this my only warning.

Comments

[stabstabstab]

I rarely think highly of anyone. There are few who deserve such respect.

I will admit, the quality of your work is...better than the norm. It is your attitude that holds you back. And although my opinion does not count, I can say with some certainty that it is probably shared with our employer.

These two are so close to getting along... and so far.

[not_onyourside]

And how should my attitude be? Or perhaps I should have no personality at all? Zhat seems to be zhe standard amongst most Spies I have met.

Looking forward to them meeting in Paradise, and all the plots.

[stabstabstab]

You would stand to gain much by limiting your feelings, especially towards certain team mates. But I doubt you would pay heed to my advice anyway.

Me too! It's soonish right? September?

[not_onyourside]

I will take eet under advisement. Unlike you, I have some trouble hiding who I am.

2nd half of August, I think! There should hopefully be a plot post for it up though.

[stabstabstab]

[Spy merely inclines his head and shrugs.]

The life of a Spy isn't meant for many.

/cackles evily

[not_onyourside]

Non. Eet ees not.

[He sounds a bit wistful, but recovers nearly instantly.]

So, are you going to tell me zhese grand plans zhat your mundane has for you?

/cackles with. Don't suppose you have a Plurk, by any chance?

[stabstabstab]

I'm sure your lady will tell you in time to come. I wouldn't want to ruin the suspense.

[Keywords and icon is a giant hint.]

Well now I'm all intrigued! I do not. D: I'm sorry.

[not_onyourside]

Ever zhe tormentor.

No worries! I'll def let you know when a plotting post is up and you can see for yourself, ;D

[stabstabstab]

Patience is a virtue. It would be no fun if I showed you all the cards upfront.

\o/

[not_onyourside]

Why do I feel like everyzhing you do ees some sort of test?

You remind me of zhe Spies zhat trained me.

\o/. Team Drama 2, always.

[stabstabstab]

I am merely stating facts. Information never comes freely.

Forever.

[not_onyourside]

Of course not. I would be suspicious eef you did tell me, zhough I would not complain.

[CURIOSITY IS KILLING HIM.]

[stabstabstab]

A wise decision. Then I suppose you must wait for a more reliable source then.

[NOT TELLING YOU, NOPE.]

[not_onyourside]

Hm, een zhis place zhat would be hard to come by.

[But he wants to knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.]

[stabstabstab]

Rare, but not impossible. Again, patience.

[Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiittt.]

[not_onyourside]

I do not have much of zhat eizzer.

[Would throwing himself at your legs and begging help any?]

[stabstabstab]

Then you learn and develop it.

[Nope.avi.]

[not_onyourside]

I am too old to learn new tricks.

[Bribery? Begging? Sexual Favors?]

[stabstabstab]

[That might be a little disappointment on his face.]

Really? That is...unfortunate.

[He has no need for money, he hasn't got a single giving bone in his body, and he doesn't swing that way.]

[not_onyourside]

Hmf. I suppose we shall see. Perhaps I was mistaken.

[Since he doesn't have much of a choice he'll have to be patient. But he doesn't like it.}

[stabstabstab]

Perhaps.

[He doesn't sound very hopeful about it though.]

I suppose I shall see you around then. The Mademoiselle needs to attend her classes, and there is nothing left to discuss between you and I.

[Cloak on, and off he goes without even a 'good-bye'.]

[not_onyourside]

Hmf.

[He folds his arms and glares in the general vicinity of where the other Spy had been standing. He hates when he does that.]