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In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door.' Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and...well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I'm glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.)
The BLU Spy knew he had odd tastes in friends. It was a hazard of his chosen profession - one could either form attachments in spite of one's paranoia or slowly cut away all attachments to other humans except as tools. Even his RED counterpart knew which worked better.
Still, even the RED Spy kept such attachments off the battlefield.
Also, generally, the Red Spy's friends were aware they were his friends.
Spy smiled fondly to find the RED Engineer asleep at his workbench. No doubt working on some new machine, some new challenge. Silly man. It could have waited, if he was this exhausted.
It was a simple matter to find the blanket one of the man's teammates left for just such occasions and drape it over his shoulders. The RED Engineer stirred, and Spy hummed softly, some American song or other, until the man settled back to sleep.
Then he remembered what song it was and decided he was being excessively creepy. Best to borrow some of his Demoman's stash before he did anything stupid.
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