#askthebleuspy

[spybleu]

Sliding onto Charles lap long ways, Madilin crossed her legs with a naughty little smirk as she stole the cigarette from his lips, taking a long pointed drag as she glanced his way. "Hm, toying wiz ze petite enfants?" She cooed with a breath of smoke, blowing it out the side of her mouth in a thick stream. "I do 'ope jour not leading zem on Charles."

Instantly the spy’s dark brow rose as his once was “pupil” slid into his lap with what he could only assume was malice intent; the lit cigarette stolen from between his lips as he instantly placed a hand at her lower back out of pure instinct rather than affection, not wanting the woman to fall back even though he knew she was more than capable of sitting on her own. “Leading zem on? Moi? I zink jour ze one wiz zat particular skill set, don’t jou Madilin?” He purred back with a faint smirk; watching the woman in his lap he knew was as deadly as her nickname.

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As she listened to the other Spy, Mariette saw that hint of something in his eyes, if just for a moment. Shaking her head, she laughed at the thought of him teaching ducklings. "If jou are not zuch an old man, vy teach? Are jou planning to retire zo soon?" She teased, adjusting her mask.

A low almost dry chuckle rippled from the man before her as he put out his cigarette on the table, the paper tube easily crumpling under the weight of his leather clad fingers as he watched it’s destruction. “Hm, an old man can not do ze zings I can do.” He assured her shortly, his eyes slowly returning to her as he leaned back in his seat once more; the look behind them restrained. “I teach because zey were placed under mon care by ze Pauling, as for retiring…” his hand waving away the thought with a shrug, “Perhaps, but not in ze near future; I ‘ave mon pupils to finish training….but, zere has been a few changes in mon life zat ‘ave offered me an end I wasn’t expecting.” Being as vague as possible about what he meant. 

[spybleu]

I am very well, even better now that I get to talk with you! ..Having some trouble with your hair there?

Chuckling in a low silken tone Charles let his gaze flicker over the anon once more before taking another drag from the cigarette, the end glowing brightly as he did. “Hm, oui, it is getting a bit long.” His fingers picking at a strand to demonstrate its length, “I will ‘ave to ask mon Annette to cut it for me.” Pausing as he put out the remainder of the bud, a slightly wicked curl pulling at his lips as his gaze trained on the crumpled end. “Better now zat jou are get to talk to moi?” He repeated, “And why would jou say zat?” Then end of his sentence met with a glance up at the anon; the stare behind it unreadable but intense regardless. 

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Oh so long ago, there was a female BLU Spy whom you used to hold dear. It is not likely that you remember her, but she remembers you. In the flesh stands Mariette St. Claire.

Drawing another deep breath from the lethal cigarette the spy let his brow slowly lift at the sight of the spy, a slow unreadable smirk curling the edges of his lips as he exhaled out his nose once more. “Don’t zink me so old zat I couldn’t remember a face” He mused lightly from his seat. 

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Bonjour Mes Amis

Leaning back in his seat the spy let out a billow of smoke stream out his nostrils, his hazel eyes on the soft glow at the end of his cigarette as he let the silence build around him. His lithe frame leaning casual instance as his legs lay crossed but everything about him was as sharp as the knife he carried. Clad in his usual suit, his jacket sat across the back of the chair while his sleeves were neatly rolled up, giving him the air of a man who had a long days work. With his free hand, Charles pushed back a few stray strands of black hair that were beginning to fall over his face. Letting out a content sigh as he took another drag; another day untouched. A little part of him wondering if he had scared others way, or perhaps he was simply losing his touch. It was something he was curious to find out, but only to find a willing party. 

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Bonjour à nouveau mes amis.

Leaning back at his desk the spy lit a cigarette, the cherry glowing brightly against the dark shadows of his room as he inhaled the intoxicating toxic fumes, letting out a breath that could almost be relief; smoke billowing out from the darkness to catch in the light of the single lamp, only to disappear back again. 

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askcosplayblufemsniper replied to your post:Bonjour Mon Amis.

I oughta punch ya.

Oooh mon ami, zat is very unfortunate jou feel zat way. I wouldn't wish such violence onto jou.

[spybleu]

Bonjour Mon Amis.

Pardonnez-moi for ma absence mes chers, I promise zat jour favorite spy 'as not vanished into zin air.....not forever anyway. I will be on for a short time zis evening if jou chéris would care to keep moi company. Jou all know zat I am open to anyzing, so please mon doux amis, don't be shy.