Trois Coups: EVENT. Chaste Spy is Sad Spy. [Action]

[meettheknife]

[Even in his waking moments in the morning, Spy felt an unfamiliar feeling creep upon him. Needless to say, he was a light sleeper, but he usually woke up from somewhat pleasurable dreams when he was able to. Today he felt nothing. An empty, detestable feeling sat in the pit of his stomach

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[hasstandards]

[Having taken the dog out for his morning walkies, Sniper was surprised to see Spy out and about, heading down the street in his direction as he headed back toward the base. More surprising was the strange addition to his wardrobe, the metal hanging off his belt shining dully in the morning light.

Normally, he'd let that slide; however, given that this was Spy and they were about to pass each other, it seemed rude- even for Sniper- not to speak to him. Once he was within earshot of Spy, he nodded.]

G'day.

[meettheknife]

[Totally lost in thought, Spy hardly notices the RED Sniper pass him. He hunches over a bit and tucks his hands in his pockets. He looks up as the other speaks and stares at him for a second before replying.]

Hmmm.

[hasstandards]

[Sure, RED hadn't been on the best of terms with Spy, especially since their breakfast together, but he'd expected more than an indistinct noise in greeting from him. His odd posture is even more curious- not that RED cares or anything.]

Tryin' a new look, I see.

[meettheknife]

[How dare he notice his lock. Where exactly are his eyes going to be ables to see that!?

Time to be non-chalant.]

I 'ave no idea what you are referring to.

[hasstandards]

[RED paused in both gait and thought.]

Sure you don't.

[meettheknife]

Why are you looking zere?

[hasstandards]

Hard not to notice when the sun is shinin' off a lock you've put on your trousers. You tryin' to learn to keep 'em on for a change?

[meettheknife]

Zat is none of your business, Sniper. Keep your eyes at a more appropriate level, s'il vous plaît.

[hasstandards]

[His eyebrow rose, an uncomfortable look barely making itself known on his face.]

And you can keep whatever it is you're thinkin' to yourself. I'm not interested.

[meettheknife]

I am not zhinking anyzhing. You are ze one being lewd.

[hasstandards]

I'm bein' lewd? You lost your memory or something? That's practically your middle name.

[meettheknife]

I am not ze one eyeing your privates, monsieur.

[hasstandards]

I wasn't eyeing your privates. I was eyeing the lock.

[meettheknife]

Why does it interest you?

[hasstandards]

It's makin' me wonder if you're mental, that's all.

[meettheknife]

Not at all. In fact, I feel more sane zen I ever 'ave.