#connixer

[spiius]

connixer.

"Don't play pretend with me, it doesn't work."

❛ pretend ... ? ❛    spy   flicked   the   cigarette   stub   away.  ❛  i can assure you,   i wouldn’t   if  i  knew what   you’re  talking about, ❛

[spiius]

"We need to talk."

spy looked up from the newspaper in his hand, picking  the  cigarette   from   his   lips before  talking.

                         ——– ❛ about what ? ❛

[chaotischemedizin-blog]

connixer

   “Herr Conagher--oop!”

He bent to retrieve the paper that had fluttered out of his arms,  though the wide grin on his face no worse for the interruption; Medic was just glad to have found the man. Suffice it to say, however, that he hadn’t considered the necessity of scrambling around looking for this man. How uncharacteristic that he was wandering the halls of the base, rather than beavering away in his workshop.  Something to consider later, perhaps.

“I have it! The perfect implementation for your newest device, you must come immediately!”

[pyromanxac]

spiius​ connixer

One spy, two spies, red spy and blue spy. Question was, which one was actually his teammate? They’d both be dead spies if it didn’t become obvious soon, Pyro had their flamethrower at the ready and aimed at both. Subtlety wasn’t exactly their forte, after all.

When in doubt, burn everything.

[lil-miss-romano]

connixer

“Hello!” Bella greeted the Spy with a smile. “I just finished baking cookies! W-Would you like some?” Bella asked as she picked up the ceramic plate that held multiple chocolate cookies.

[warduhn]

connixer started following you

So sleek and suave! The suit the other wore instinctively put the Warden on ‘best behavior’ mode, and he leaned forward in his desk, giving the other a pleasant, if not cheeky grin. 

“Why hello there! How can I help a man of high-class taste such as yourself?”

[rocketist-blog]

connixer.

❛  ey spy, what’s the difference between a french && a bucket of crap ?                                 ----- THE BUCKET  ! hahaha ! ❛

[engineerxblu]

Rough Touch (none of the overtly sexual ones please)

18. My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

He could hear the Red team behind him as he ran.Dell came around a corner, nearly crashing into theBlu Spy that had just so finished sapping the Red’sown machines. They were getting closer, and Delltook the chance.

He shoved the Spy into the furthest, and darkest,corner of the room, pressing his gloved hand overthe Spy’s mouth. “Shh.” He whispered, watching silently as the horde of Red’s ran by them. A swallow,and Dell waited until he couldn’t hear them anymoreto uncover the Spy’s mouth and step away. “Sorry‘bout that…”