sentryslinger | Vacationing

Poor fish. Zhey must wait before we eat zhem.

[Their hotel room has a stellar view of the lake being pelted by shot glass sized rain drops. He leans his gear against one of the walls before getting out of his waders, draping them over the shower curtain rod. Then he digs through his luggage for a nice dry shirt, debating about changing in front of Engineer.]

[There's no debate at all for Engineer, who sets the bucket and his gear down by the door before unhitching his overalls, not wanting to drip too much on the carpet. He slides out of them and his boots as quickly as possible, then his shirt, and finally his socks, draping them all over the bathroom to dry.]

Hope you don't mind the quick-change act. Didn't want to make our room as much of a mess as I made that elevator.

[His skivvies are the only part of him that didn't get completely soaked. He crosses the room in them, moving the bucket, beer, and rods to the table and dropping his hat and goggles by the nightstand.]

[Oookay then, Spy isn't quite expecting him to just strip down, and he stares for a bit longer than he intended before going back to his luggage.]

Why did you make me wear zhis ridiculous zhing and not get one for yourself?

[Digging out a plain long-sleeve shirt he pulls off his own exterior shirt, hanging it over the back of a chair, hesitating before pulling his undershirt off and substituting it for a dry one, still uncomfortable being exposed in front of anyone.]

I didn't think it'd be rainin' today. Figured that we would be wading into the mud at some point though, and while I don't mind gettin' that on my overalls, I had a feelin' you would.

[At least Engineer isn't looking- he's back in the bathroom, getting himself a towel to dry off.]

Well zhank you. I am glad my pants survived.

[He goes to the chair by the window, trying his best to not leer as he passes the bathroom. Slouching down in one of the comfy armchairs to watch the storm.]

Should we just leave zhe fish een zhe bucket?

Yeah, they'll be okay in there. It beats where they'll be later.

[There's lightning off in the far clouds, followed by another rumble of thunder. It looks like the storm isn't going anywhere, either.]

You mean een my stomach?

[He frowns at the lightning, not happy about it. At least they're not on the top floor.]

I wonder eef zhey will let me use zheir kitchen downstairs.

They might if you ask real nice like. Use some of those conversational skills of yours.

[He emerges from the bathroom, still in his undershirt and underpants, apparently unabashed at his relative lack of clothes. He heads to the window, looking outside as the lightning flashes again, closer.]

Looks like we got inside in the nick of time.

I may try.

[He jumps slightly as another lightning bolt spikes from the sky, much closer. Maybe he doesn't want to be by the window. He has a better idea, pulling some swishy pajama pants from his luggage he kicks off his slacks, pulling them on. Apparently he's not shy about his lower half at all.]

I zhink now ees a good time for a nap. A warm, dry nap. And zhen we can see eef zhe storm passes.

You sure like naps, don'tcha?

A lot.

I wish I could say eet was recreational, but zhe truzh ees just zhat I do not sleep well.

You are more zhan welcome to join me.

I might. Think I'll do some work, first.

[He digs out his notebook and pencil, ever the worker.]

You never slept well, or is that a recent development?

Never.

Well I mean I did as a child, but not since zhen.

[Not since prison he means. He moves the chairs so that he can see the window from his bed, sliding under the covers and watching the storm.]

[He gets the implication, nodding as he sits on his own bed and gets to work.]

I don't think any of us sleep all that well these days, but some are worse than others.

Eets hard to rest comfortably when half zhe people on your team might blow up zhe base for no reason.

[He's silent for a while, twitching at every bolt of lightning.]

I have terrible nightmares. So even when I get to sleep, eet does not last long.

[Engineer is doing more watching of Spy than he is work, his brow furrowing in concern.]

Is there anything that helps ya get to sleep?

[He's facing the window and can't see him, so he figures that Engineer is just asking idly while scribbling on blueprints.]

Not really. Or I have not found eet yet.

[He sets his pencil down, thinking.]

And I don't expect you've seen a doctor about this particular problem, have you?

Well I am certainly not going to tell Medic. He would probably want to extract whatever ees wrong wez me and weaponize eet.

[There's another crack of thunder, one loud enough to rumble the building.]

He might. Those Medics y'all have on RED seem less stable than any I've known on BLU.

[Spy cringes, curling into a ball. So much for his peaceful nap.]

I zhink everyone on RED ees less stable. Maybe zhat ees how zhey decide who goes to what team. Or how zhey recruit people.

Would you include yourself in that figure?

I am sure zhe BLU Spy has no trouble getting to sleep at nights.

I wouldn't know. He and I don't talk much.

[He sets his eyes on that cringing ball under the covers.]

I knew a Pyro one time who was afraid of storms like this. Most of 'em don't like the rain, but he was terrified of 'em.

I only knew zhe one at Badwater and he seemed decent enough.

[Not that Spy really talked to him, not when he was wearing clothes anyway.]

Why would someone who burns people to deazh be afraid of a storm?

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