"Well isn't that peachy-keen." [[ muse is vincent. funny that ur spy is ALSO VINCENT. ]]
(Holy crap, that’s awesome XD)
Vincent raised and eyebrow and scanned his sudden visitor, clearly engaged in this now running conversation, however, his eyes showed no nagging interest. His hands hovered over his current task, now paused.
"What..?"
"So how are you? That is, how goes it on land? It’s been a while for me." Maybe the Spy would assume he’d been washed up or let out of the tank a few times. Of which both were true. Broken tanks weren’t fun, and nor was a sudden wave when dead Heavies started falling in the water and causing waves.
The Spy’s mouth hung open as he strained for a response.
"It’s rather hard to believe you were walking once," Vincent stated frankly. His smoky eyes rolled sarcastically to meet the creature’s black gaze. "Who through you in a tank? Some over-enthusiastic scientist?"
"Nobody, actually. It was really something of my own vices. You know how some people say they have animal spirits? It's like that. Almost."














