#a-dagger-in-your-back

[neverxnyourside-blog]

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Send "☕️" For my muse to make your muse breakfast.

It wasn't often Renè came into contact with the BLU spy. In fact he very seldom even considered it. However, it was a ceasefire and here he was, knocking on his door with a Tupperware container full of freshly made pancakes.

Once the door was opened he held them out, a stoic expression on his face. "I made too many pancakes."

[at-the-desk-of-mann-co]

"Relax, no one's looking."

“You’re looking, aren’t you?” Percy huffed, struggling with his buttons. There’d been an incident involving a scalding cup of tea and he’d gone to the lockers for a spare shirt. The Mercs there had worse scarring than he did and weren’t paying any attention to him and he really needed to get his shirt off to check for burns, but it was still nerve wracking. “Can’t you turn away or something. Why are you even here?”

[at-the-desk-of-mann-co]

The bot slowly made his way forward, knowing full well the little clerk would not take kindly to his current state. After all, how were they to know? But in order to get this body fixed, he would have to start at the bottom. Step one. "There's a problem with respawn. I thought you should know."

Percy looked spooked at the sight of the bot, his heart in his throat. He’d recently been told that someone who’d hurt him before had been teaching a Greybot to attack people like him. Was this that bot? He reached for his gun, but.. what was he going to do? Shoot it? He really needed to invest in a sapper. However, the bots words confused him.

“...Why are you telling me this?”

[nastypieceofwxrk]

a-dagger-in-your-back

“It’s not a slaughter if you come back.” He may be a bit on the older side, but he’s no fool.

A complete turn of the body, vicious smile in place. “As if I would settle for killing you here.” The whisper of the balisong can only be heard by those so keenly intimate with one. “I’ll drag all of you out into the desert to rot.”

[nastypieceofwxrk]

"Stop bothering her." //Idk hi :D

A shift of black gaze, just a glance of those empty eyes to the source of the voice.

“Like a lamb to the slaughter.”

.: Well hello there! :.

[at-the-desk-of-mann-co]

“I get along without you very well, of course I do.”

“I’m sure you do, Spy, I thought we already knew you weren’t fond of my job, so why are you telling me this?”

[redsuitedspook-blog]

//I HEARD THERE WAS A REQUEST FOR A BLU SPY

YES 

YOU HEARD CORRECTLY 

[at-the-desk-of-mann-co]

"So I heard there was a baby."

“Yes, I had my daughter yesterday.” Percy stood, albeit a bit unsteadily, at the door of the medbay in front of the Spy, his arms crossed. “Did you come here to comment on that?”