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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[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.

[sentryslinger]

I think sometimes, it's just a game to them. Like cat and mouse.

[He falls silent after that.]

[not_onyourside]

Eet really ees.

Eets not about zhe deazh, eets about what leads up to eet.

For most anyway. I suppose I am a terrible Spy een zhat regard.

[He's silent for a while, listening to the rain.]

I take eet you know from experience.

[sentryslinger]

That you're a terrible Spy, or that I shouldn't trust most of 'em any farther than I can throw 'em?

[not_onyourside]

Bozh I suppose.

[The second one.]

[sentryslinger]

I wouldn't say you're a terrible Spy. Hell, you could stab me in an hour and I'd never see it coming, you havin' earned my trust and all that. You just might be the type who appreciates a slow burn.

[not_onyourside]

[He frowns.]

I would not do zhat.

[Though he sees Engie's point.]

I suppose zhere's hardly a way for me to prove zhat zhough.

[sentryslinger]

That's right. So I'm just gonna have to trust that you're different than the rest of 'em. Better.

[not_onyourside]

I certainly aim to be.

[He's overthinking it now, assuming he's never going to really be able to prove to Engineer that he isn't just leading him on to make the payoff more intense when he later backstabs him.

He's still optimistic, but this is a situation that might be hopeless.]

[sentryslinger]

[On the other side of the coin is Engineer, who can honestly say at this moment that while he thinks Spy has a tendency to embellish the truth every now and then, he's trustworthy enough. Maybe he's just happy to be familiar enough with someone to have a conversation like this. Lord knows he's hardly had one with any of the teammates he's been through in the last several years.

He lets the silence hang, listening to the rain again, peaceful.]

[not_onyourside]

[He rubs his eyes, trying to think about something else.]

Shall we see eef we can get our fish turned eento dinner?

[sentryslinger]

That sounds like a good idea right there. I'm thinkin' we can take 'em down to the kitchen and see if we can convince them to cook us up some room service.

[not_onyourside]

I would enjoy zhat. Stay een and enjoy zhe rain while remaining warm.

[There's hope for you yet Engie.]

Of course zhat involves getting up.

[sentryslinger]

Or a phone call and a wad of money.

[not_onyourside]

An even better idea.

[He sits up, pulling all the blankets with him. His clothes have gotten all twisted round from being balled up in fear, and he spends some time smoothing them out before actually getting out of bed.]

Eets cold out here. Zhis was a terrible idea.

[But he takes a look in their bucket, the fish still swimming round and round, except for the catfish that is laying still, opening and closing its mouth at Spy as if it's yelling at him. He just smiles at them before heading for the phone.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engineer slides out from the blankets, swearing under this breath— Spy's right, it is cold out there. While his shirt from earlier is dry, his pants aren't, so he pulls the shirt on and leaves the dress pants on for now. They're just going to have to live with a few wrinkles.

He beelines for his suitcase as he looks out the window, going for his wallet and fishing out some money.]

[not_onyourside]

[Spy is busily working his magic on the person on the other end of the phone. Politely inquiring if the kitchen took special requests, and when informed they don't putting on his best charismatic bedroom purr to ask what could be done to convince them.

It takes some back and forth finagling but Spy finally hangs up with a smug smirk.]

Zhey are coming up to collect our catch.

[sentryslinger]

I figured if either of us could convince them, it'd be you. You're the one with the silver tongue.

[He puts down some money on the bed.]