#intuitionandespionage

[ameaninglesscutedeath]

"You scare me a bit, but…here." He's holding a pink rose. "For the aesthetic."

“Next time bring me something tastier”

[heavy-appreciation]

A certain BLU Spy clutched his revolver as he ran from a nearby Soldier, but he wasn't looking where he was going. The man ran smack into Misha's chest, and slowly looked up, dropping the gun. "Oh, no…" he said slowly, dark eyes widening with fear.

It was amusing to watch the enemy run directly into his grasp. In a swift motion, Heavy kicked away the revolver and dropped into something reminiscent of a boxing stance. It was also amusing to watch oh-so delicate Spies try to battle against with brute force.

“Nowhere to run, coward.” He smirked as he spoke, “Put up fists.”

[redbritishsniper]

It sure was strange to see Lazare… out in the open… toting a Medigun… and not wearing a balaclava.

Was she seeing it right? Closer as her eye could get on the Medic who was no Medic at all. Most of all, was that how he looked like underneath the mask? Huh. “The hell the lad is doing with that?” She muttered to herself.

[askborrowermedic]

"What's this…?" the BLU mumbled, more to himself than Patches as he pulled down a thick book with yellowed pages and a leather cover. He brushed a layer of dust off of the front. A spellbook. "What do you say we try one of these?" he asked mischievously. "It's probably all rubbish, anyway."

Patches was normally up to explore libraries. Though his exovision of this off settling one did strike his nerves. Especially going along with a BLU spy of all people. Not that he didn’t think L was acting like many of his kind so far and was very nice- he had to stay on his tiptoes around him nonetheless. While exploring the desk by them- Patches looked around an inkwell with a risen eyebrow. Obviously having a bit of a concern with reading random tomes. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea..” He hesitantly spoke up.

[intoxicated-medicine]

"Ferde, how do I Medic?"

“Oh, it’s easy sp… doctor?” Ferde quilted an eyebrow. Had it not been for his question, he would’ve assumed he was hallucinating.

“Oh, anyhow, you mostly just point zhe magic healy gun and pull zhe handle. Zhere’s not much to it, no vonder zhey hire people vizhout licenses half zhe time.”

[blupastelbullets]

"May I get two? One for me and the other for this really cute employee…"

Flirty-Shop RP Starter

There were two other employees in the small bakery so Amias’ hadn’t really thought much about the others comment, he simply offers a small but sweet smile to the other as it was his best of his ability, he was still rather new and he was trying his best to get over his anxiety and fear of talking to strangers, or people in general.

He moves a bit shakily behind the counter as he uses a pair of tongs to take two of the Butterfly Buns out from behind the glass where it was being protected from any of the air. He places two of them into a brown bag and then places it on the counter, turning to click into the till “A-a-anything e-e-else, S-sir?”

[marcy-the-tentaspy]

A very shippy sketch for @intuitionandespionage. Hope you like it! :3

[pushspacetocontinue]

Reverse ~

He couldn’t deny that he was rather curious about the sound he heard coming from down the corridor. He had found himself following it.

It wasn’t long before he was outside L’s room, hearing what sounded like rather pleasant singing. He stayed still, in a mix of wanting to listen and fearing being caught.