"So who the fuck are you?" The Spy swung down right in front of the Scout's face, hanging from the rafters, his curls a mess.
He backed up a little out of surprise. Damn, those spies had a way of sneaking up on you. Well, it was their job, but still. He spat out, “Scout! Er, well ya knew that…I mean Asher.”
His mouth moved a lot faster than his brain most of the time.
"Heh, yeah. I’ma little new here myself," he said. "Robert’s a cool guy though. Good cook too!"
"Fuck yeah, he is! God that man can cook. I swear I’ve put on a few pounds from dating him, probably gonna get even worse once we move in together." Markus chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "We’re kinda looking for a place right now."









