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A Spy.
A RED Spy.
A new RED Spy. To do what Spies do best.
Burn.
Her lips broke open in an unsettling grin. It had been far too long.
Why... are you looking at me like that?
*It's safe to say she feels a bit like a piece of meat, but not in the way that men manage to invoke.*
kittys-got-claws started following you
"…Aw, hell."
*raises eyebrow*
Excuse me?
shiftydealer replied to your post:It’s great that they slapped us right here in…
It extends well past Canada and into America. Canada is no exception. It is cold, and awful and your language is archaic.
I should stab you for that, but there’s no helping a man whose mother tongue is equally archaic, and whose home country is barely out of the dark ages.
Hmph. -He frowns very loudly at her, in a manner he hopes she hears.- You wouldn’t stab little ole me, you wouldn’t have anybody to speak barbarian too otherwise.
-He sticks his tongue out at her, but eventually softens up and nods towards the window-
So you live… Here? Out there.. Whatever I guess.
I don't speak barbarian. Maybe I won't stab you; I do like the garrote better...
*following his gesture, her own gaze travels out the window at the winter landscape.*
Not here, no. I'll agree it is too cold for my liking up this way. My home is farther east, and much more southward.
*it's not glamourous, so she won't bore him with flat sentiments about the beauty of Quebec, or how wonderful it is. Truthfully, it's just another place, and the only reason it means anything to her is that it's home, even now.*
shiftydealer replied to your post:It's great that they slapped us right here in...
It extends well past Canada and into America. Canada is no exception. It is cold, and awful and your language is archaic.
I should stab you for that, but there's no helping a man whose mother tongue is equally archaic, and whose home country is barely out of the dark ages.
It's great that they slapped us right here in these mountains. I certainly love being smack dab in the middle of nowhere for no reason.
*frowns* I hope that disdain only extends to the Yukon territories and not all of Canada.
(( so what have i missed... ))
B[
All this fur is aggravating my allergies.
*lets out a cluck of a laugh*
That’s almost a shame. *shrugs* It’s something you gain adeptness in when you’re dating an unbearable person.
*grunts*
I can’t say you’d never find that out, seeing as out ilk has the resources more so than the others.
Almost a shame? Gee, thanks.
-But he still laughs along with her-
Yeah, see, I pretty much did the opposite and was married to a wonderful woman for over a decade so…. yeah, not really the skill I cultivated.
-Scratches the back of his head-
Maybe it’s not really any of my business, but if they’re so unbearable why don’t you just break up with them…?
You were married, hm? Somehow that makes your being here seem worse. *she clicks her tongue* Not a jab at you, this time, in case you're wondering.
*chuckles*
Oh, I did. This was years ago, and sad to say not exactly an isolated incident. Which, I'm so certain is what anyone looking for dirt on me loves to hear; how like a woman of me.
*emerges long enough to pour a glass of orange juice in the kitchen and slip back to the stairs*
-Luckily he was fast enough to see her and stick her under his arm and carry her right back downstairs.- Don’t be such a buzzkill Fiona, even I have lowered myself to have fun on this day.
*thumps on his back as he hauls her back to the social areas; it’s not nearly as hard as she’d like to hit him, but she also figures it’s best not to maul one of the few friends she has.*
You lower yourself to a lot of fun, don’t even try that one. I have no desire to be around a bunch of drunken horseplay and public displays of affection.
*lowers her voice to a hiss*
And don’t you dare say it’s because I’m jealous.
Well, that is too bad, because now you have to be. Or I’ll come to your room and invite many drunks there. It will be deplorable. -Lowers his voice to a hiss as well.- You know me so well you green monster you.
*thumps his back again, a bit harder for emphasis*
I *thump* just *thump* wanted *thump* a quiet *thump* evening. The noise aggravates my migraines.
*at his smartass response, she pinches his ass cheek— that’s unsettlingly close to her face, the way he’s carrying her— firmly*
And to think I thought about fucking you.
Why must you hurt me in these terrible ways? Also you do not have a migraine, you are just simply stuffed up from how stuffy you are. Fun should alleviate that.
You do remember how to have that yes.
-Grunts and bites his lip to keep a yelp at bay, jeez. Rubs his plundered buns and reaches back to swat at her.-
My Fiona, your bedroom talk is just as impeccable as your social skills.
I might have considered that option myself.
*Yanks his shirt bottom before he swats at her, to which her response is a very dignified and mature swat back.*
If I puke on you from the pain, it's your own fault, and I'll feel no sympathy for you. What fun could I possibly have in a crowded room full of drunks who are probably also making out in an inebriated frenzy?
*She goes limp under his hold for a few moments, frowning deeply as she half-heartedly pops the back of his thigh.*
Yeah, well, so much for that. And I'm a sophisticated enough tongue when the mood suits me, which is usually when I'm not being manhandled.
goldencityespionage replied to your post:Howdy—so long as you don’t cut off my wiener :T
You’re getting a little more approachable -sticks his tongue out- Maybe a hair.
I’m perhaps acclimating to you. Just a little.
*returns the childish gesture*
You also apparently find me attractive.
-Preens his hair a little-
It’s the sweaters, isn’t it?
*makes a grumpy little snort*
I can find you attractive or be down for casual sex and still want to thump you a good one.
*wrinkles her nose exaggeratedly*
Oh god, yes, I can’t resist a man who goes above and beyond in tacky~
Yeah… you do seem like the kind of person who could separate those spheres of life long enough to, well, get what you’re looking for. I’m not really a casual person myself.
Better hope I never find out your birthday.
*lets out a cluck of a laugh*
That's almost a shame. *shrugs* It's something you gain adeptness in when you're dating an unbearable person.
*grunts*
I can't say you'd never find that out, seeing as out ilk has the resources more so than the others.
*Leans elbows on the back of one of the rec room couches to watch him critically from a safe distance. She's not making any efforts to be sneaky, but all the same she has no desire to make herself known until he notices.*
-What was with everybody watching him these days? Guy could get paranoid like this. As a matter of fact, he’s getting the feeling of being watched right now. So he turns to scope out the room just before he exits the building.-
Oh.
Fiona right?
You know I get that I’m such a handsome fellow, but you guys could ask before you have eye sex with me.
-Chuckles.-
*She rolls her eyes a little, not wholly without amusement, though it’s likely not noticeable.*
Fine, fine, keep your dull post. Though I sincerely doubt you avoid immolation, even hidden away at your roost.
*Frowns, this time not abstaining from reaching out to the side to shove him a bit.*
We did not; I said nothing remotely close to wanting you to… get your jollies. I meant your actual aim with a gun. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were the one looking for. That. *waves her hand*
Well I can certainly say I avoid it better than most spies, you guys are like pyro bait, it’s almost like a weird obsession. It seems mildly frightening.
-Stumbles a bit, and chuckles in good grace. Oh my, how familiar things were getting, which only made AP open up more, if that were possible. Fiona seemed like the icy type, to chisel away at that was pretty neat, he wanted to see the depths of which she had.-
Oh don’t be bashful now miss Fiona, now that you’ve been caught wanting to see my hot bod. There’s no reason to be ashamed.
I look for a lot of things, I can’t say I’d refuse a lovely lady like yourself, but that’s neither here nor there. There’s guns to be shot.
It doesn't help, I suspect, that out penchant for disappearing make a fire-wielder paranoid enough to look for us.
*She hops up on the railing of the firing line once they've reached the firing range, pulling out her pistol as she crosses her legs. She'll let him get out some shots first so she can assess him a while, and she rests her arms over the sides of her leg, gun tapping against her shin idly. She snorts lightly in response.*
You're attractive, I'll give you that. We'll see how things go, hm? *waves a hand* After you, Bernard.
Mistletoe?
*This is a bit different now, isn’t it. While the other two parties are positive about a kiss from Fiona in their own ways, she’s presented now with a woman who is particular about any affections from the same sex. Part of Fiona delights at the prospect of making her squirm… but then, she’s not sure she wants to scare off one of the few friends she has here.
It’s worth the shot, if nothing else, so she passes the other woman, stopping to pull her near for a moment and placing a dainty kiss on her cheek, patting the spot where her lips lingered as she pulls back.*
Nothing personal, Charlotte.
*Lottie does look a little stunned, and flushes a bit, though she attempts to play it off with a little laugh.*
Hah, of course not.
*It doesn’t escape Fiona’s notice, and she acknowledges with a concerned hum.*
Hm… I apologise. Perhaps I shouldn’t have done that regardless.
*Quickly, Lottie shakes her head. She’s being silly for reacting in such a way.*
Hah, no, no it’s fine. Just a tradition, yeah?
*While she chuckles, it lacks any body, any mirth. It had been a poorly judged move, and perhaps dealing with her male comrades in the same situation made her move carelessly.
Whatever the case, she steps back to create more distance between Lottie and herself.*
Hm. No, I think not; I don’t even care for such traditions. I have been less conscientious the last few days and didn’t think thoroughly.
*Takes a few smaller steps back.*
It won’t happen again; I’m sorry.
*Lottie’s face falls a bit. She’s not entirely sure why, but Fiona’s reaction leaves her feeling a little disappointed.*
Oh, well you… you don’t always gotta think thoroughly, you know. Sometimes you… well, you know.
*she tries to smile again, a little sadly.*
It’s alright, really.
*Her eyes narrow as she notes Lottie's reaction. That's interesting... And while her initial presumption is that the sniper's expression read as disappointed, her rational sense takes over and politely interjects: she's just uncomfortable and trying not to upset you, Fiona.
It's a kind gesture, if nothing else. But damn it, the longer they stand here making this painfully awkward exchange, the more an embarrassed flush rises to Fiona's cheeks.*
I appreciate the... sentiment.
*She sighs, rubbing beneath the bridge of her glasses.*
If I ever do make you uncomfortable... I'd like to know. It doesn't do me any good to isolate the few... friends I have here.
goldencityespionage replied to your post:Howdy—so long as you don’t cut off my wiener :T
You’re getting a little more approachable -sticks his tongue out- Maybe a hair.
I’m perhaps acclimating to you. Just a little.
*returns the childish gesture*
You also apparently find me attractive.
-Preens his hair a little-
It’s the sweaters, isn’t it?
*makes a grumpy little snort*
I can find you attractive or be down for casual sex and still want to thump you a good one.
*wrinkles her nose exaggeratedly*
Oh god, yes, I can't resist a man who goes above and beyond in tacky~
goldencityespionage replied to your post:Howdy--so long as you don't cut off my wiener :T
You’re getting a little more approachable -sticks his tongue out- Maybe a hair.
I'm perhaps acclimating to you. Just a little.
*returns the childish gesture*
Hello~
If we kissed:
[] This wouldn’t happen.
[] Oh disgusting.
[] Again, again.
[] Kiss you back.
[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.
[x] Slap/Push you away.
[x] Be confused
If you asked me out I’d say:
[x] Um no.
[] I’m taken-
[] Sure
[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.
Can we cuddle?:
[x] No.
[] Ew.
[] Sure.
[] YES.
Sex?:
[] Let’s do it.
[] Okay
[] FUCK YES.
[x] No.
Hello
If we kissed:
[] This wouldn’t happen.
[] Oh disgusting.
[] Again, again.
[x] Kiss you back.
[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.
[] Slap/Push you away.
[x] Be confused
If you asked me out I’d say:
[x] Um no.
[] I’m taken-
[] Sure
[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.
Can we cuddle?:
[x] No.
[] Ew.
[] Sure.
[] YES.
Sex?:
[] Let’s do it.
[x] Okay
[] FUCK YES.
[] No.
Howdy--so long as you don't cut off my wiener :T
Am I really that unpleasant?
If we kissed:
[] This wouldn’t happen.
[] Oh disgusting.
[] Again, again.
[x] Kiss you back.
[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.
[] Slap/Push you away.
[x] Be confused
If you asked me out I’d say:
[x] Um no.
[] I’m taken-
[] Sure
[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.
Can we cuddle?:
[x] No.
[] Ew.
[] Sure.
[] YES.
Sex?:
[] Let’s do it.
[x] Okay
[] FUCK YES.
[] No.
