Vacationing

[sentryslinger]

[Continuing this thread, in which Spy has convinced Engineer to spend a vacation with him. Fishing, fine dining, and some enemy bonding ensue.


Engineer steps into the elevator, hitting the button for their floor, pulling at his collar to loosen that next button.]

Hey, thanks again for the dinner and the suit. I'll have to put it to use some other time to justify your spendin' money on all this.

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[not_onyourside]

You saw my arm oui?

Zhat happened.

[His voice is utterly monotone, not wanting to elaborate.]

[sentryslinger]

[There's some silence that follows, the only sound being that of the rain outside.]

I'm sorry.

[not_onyourside]

You do not need to be. Eet was a long time ago.

[sentryslinger]

Doesn't mean the scars aren't still there.

[not_onyourside]

As I am all too aware.

But zhe past ees zhe past. We simply learn from eet and move forward.

[sentryslinger]

I suppose we have to, don't we?

[He sighs, keeping something to himself.]

[not_onyourside]

Zhat ees zhe idea. Zhe future ees always better because of all we have already done. Or at least zhat ees how I look at eet.

You can never go back, so eet does not good to dwell on zhe past.

[He squirms around, unhooking some of the blankets from underneath him and draping them around Engineer along with the one he's already under.]

But I may be zhe only optimist left.

[sentryslinger]

[He's unmoving as some of those blankets come across him.]

You do dwell on what a Pyro did to ya, though.

[not_onyourside]

I try not to. Eet just -- keeps coming back. I cannot help eet.

[sentryslinger]

Maybe it wouldn't so much if you gave 'em a chance.

[not_onyourside]

I am not sure how zhat would rectify anyzzing.

[sentryslinger]

You might learn that most of 'em ain't so bad off the battlefield.

[not_onyourside]

Except when zhey keep me een cages or steal my car or trap me een hammocks.

[sentryslinger]

That's what I'm talking about right there.

[not_onyourside]

-- what?

[sentryslinger]

Not every Pyro is gonna lock you up like that. Honestly, most of 'em are a lot like you in a lot of ways.

[not_onyourside]

[He stiffens, not liking the comparison.]

Of course zhey are not.

But I am just trying to be careful. Especially as no one would notice eef I went missing.

How am I like zhem at all?

[sentryslinger]

Don't like the rain and storms. Fond of sweets. Like to share the bed when yer scared. I'd say that's just the tip of the iceberg.

[not_onyourside]

So what you are telling me ees I should buy a safe for my candy?

[He grumbles something in French that's probably him admitting to some very very vague similarities.]

I just like being around ozzer people. Eets very lonesome being a Spy.

[sentryslinger]

It can be bein' a Pyro, too.

[not_onyourside]

Hmf.

[That's all Engie is getting out of him as he snuggles down in the blankets. It was a valiant attempt Engie.]

[sentryslinger]

[He tried; at least he feels he's getting to Spy, little by little.]

For the record, I'm glad you aren't like my perception of most Spies.

[not_onyourside]

I am too. Most of zhem are awful and I do not want to be awful.

I try not to be anyway.

Tell me eef I am.

[sentryslinger]

I can promise you that.

Most of 'em are the worst people I've ever met with the company. Some aren't so bad, but the ones that are... I'd be happy to die tomorrow if it meant I never had to meet another one.

[not_onyourside]

[He turns to look at him briefly, suspecting there's something he's not saying. He doesn't want to push him though.]

Eets zhe kind of people zhey recruit. Who would do zhis willingly?

People who delight in killing people. More zhan killing, destroying people.

What Spies do ees despicable.