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 had better be. I did not drag you on vacation only for you to not get any sleep.

I knooooooow

[sentryslinger]

I napped a lot the other day, so I'll survive.

What's on the agenda for today?

These two <3

[not_onyourside]

I had nozzing planned except for walking along zhe lake. Zhough I believe zhe rain has made eet razzer muddy.

They are great and nothing will convince me otherwise.

[sentryslinger]

I don't suppose you've got shoes for that's we could go pick you up a pair.

<3

[not_onyourside]

I have boots.

[He reaches into his luggage to pull out a pair of boots made for walking in mud. And also made of calfskin and probably cost more than most people's cars.]

[sentryslinger]

Fancy pair of shoes you've got there. Though I guess I shouldn't have expected anything less from a fella like you. You don't seem to be the type who spares any expense.

[He finishes fiddling with his hand and sets his tools aside, rotating it a full 360 degrees.]

[not_onyourside]

I have nozzing else to spend my money on. I might as well buy zhings I like.

And zhat look lovely.

[sentryslinger]

You are a workin' man, so you can do what you like.

[There's a knock at the door- that'd probably be their breakfast. Engie would get it if he were wearing anything else but just his skivvies.]

[not_onyourside]

[With a smug grin, Spy goes to open the door, still in his pajamas, but at least he's fully dressed. He cracks the door open, taking the tray from the porter who once again has the wrong idea about what's going on in the room.]

Smells like waffles.

[And boy does he love waffles.]

[sentryslinger]

I ain't about to complain, seein' how it's free.

[He is apparently going to eat in said skivvies, as he's clearing the table in them.]

[not_onyourside]

[And Spy will just continue to enjoy the view thank you very much.]

Free food does make eet all zhe tastier. Zhough you earned zhis. Zhey should also give you free laundry seeing as how you managed to cover yourself een grease.

[sentryslinger]

They could, but it ain't like a little grease is gonna kill me. I wouldn't be workin' in the field I do if it did.

[not_onyourside]

But eet will ruin your clozzes. Grease ees fat based, eet gets eento zhe weave and ees almost impossible to get out.

[Spy: Master of laundry.]

[sentryslinger]

I can always buy more if I need to. S'not like I got much else to spend my money on, right?

[not_onyourside]

Except all zhe machine parts you are constantly using.

Or does zhe company pay for all zhose?

[Ah, waffles with breakfast sausages. Spy happily pours maple syrup into all the little squares.]

[sentryslinger]

They pay for some. I get most on my own, though. Harder for them to keep tabs that way on what I'm doin' with company property.

[He takes the seat opposite Spy, grabbing the cloth napkin and preparing to tuck— or maybe he won't tuck it into his shirt, given he's not wearing one.]

[not_onyourside]

You zhink zhey would steal your ideas?

[sentryslinger]

I think they would do that, and disagree with some of the other things I've been buildin'.

[not_onyourside]

Zhings zhat are not weapons?

[sentryslinger]

Sometimes.

[not_onyourside]

Mmm.

Well let us hope zhey do not look too closely at what you are doing zhen.

Eet would spoil all my vacation plans.

[sentryslinger]

And what plans are those?

[not_onyourside]

Zhe plan where we try zhis again sometime, but perhaps at zhe beach.

Or mountains. I have not yet decided.

[sentryslinger]

I think you'd like the mountains more. You usually wear less clothes when goin' to the beach.

[not_onyourside]

I did not say I was going to go een zhe water.

[He huffs a little, irked that Engineer could tell he didn't like to be without clothes.]