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//I HEARD THERE WAS A REQUEST FOR A BLU SPY

YES 

YOU HEARD CORRECTLY 

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Send "%" for how likely my muse would say yes to a date with yours

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Sigh. “Sniper... Wake up, you’ll hurt your back sleeping there. We don’t want you being out of the job for longer.”

"That doesn't look like a very comfortable place to sleep."

sleep sentence starters 💤

Shhh, he’s sleeping there anyway.

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“Wine is delicious, if you were going to compare meme’s like that, I’d say it would be the other way around. Wine is nothing like beer.” He really shouldn’t be fighting with him like this, and he knew, but strangely enough, he wanted to. 

“So basically, memes are like wine! People pretend to like it, but it’s just bleh. You know, like when someone sips a glass and says oh its so earthy and ooh hint of cherry. But it’s basically, like, fruit beer right?”

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“I am actually quite content with most everything actually.” He crossed his arms. He listened to the Soldiers explanation and thought before speaking again. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Hey, isn’t that frog face one always directed at YOU? I keep seeing the peepee frog in a ski mask looking sad about… everything, I guess. So memes are stupid things people pretend to like because they are somehow popular?”

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You have been visited by the money cat He only appears once every July 22nd

This guardian of the money ether may give you some of his hard earned riches. You reblog, He decides.

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I’m just gonna go pass out 

like 

now 

k thx bye 

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The silent Spy held out a folded note to his colleague, a sheepish look on his masked face. The note read "I was issued a new disguise kit and I can't figure out how to modify it. Any help would be welcome."

Soon after reading the note. Spook held out a hand to the other one, motioning him to hand over the disguise kit. “Hand it over. I’m sure this won’t be too hard to figure out.” 

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Memes are a concept that is spread throughout a culture. It’s a popular concept that is usually unintentional and ridiculous. Basically its that frog face you see all over the place.” 

“C’mon, they’re like jokes, right? I understand jokes. Hit me with some, spook.”

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“Soldier... That is something you should stay away from...” 

“I need your help. I’m trying to connect with my niece. Explain memes to me?”

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“What? I’m supposed to be somewhere right now.” 

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Strange. Spook wasn’t being super chatty today, despite being in a really good mood. Normally when he was in this good of a mood, he would be telling incredible stories, for example, how he killed three men with only one bullet, of course it would be questionable if it was true, but still. They would be interesting.

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Irritated spook noises.

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absolutniemand: 

Ahh I hope I’m not too late but Sniper/Spy with sleepy cuddles? .w.

Ah here you go, I hope this is fine~! ฅ(*°ω°*ฅ)

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“I missed you too.” 

He stood there for a while, keeping his arms wrapped around the other. He didn’t want to let go, not even for a moment.  It had been forever since he got to hug his fiance. After a bit, he let go, gazing into the other’s eyes. 

“I’m glad your back and all, but what in the world were you doing during those few months? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Surprised, Mundy’s arms were spread out for a moment, his eyes wide. It has been a long ass time since he’s been hugged, especially by his fiance. And you know what? It felt good. He missed this way too much.

Dropping the knife down on the ground, he pulled Spy into a tight hug, hunching his shoulders and lowering his head onto his fiance’s shoulder.

“I missed you. So much.”

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He should be tearing into him right about now. He should be furious with this man, but he wasn’t. Instead, he just stood there, holding his fiance’s hand. He remained that way for a moment, listening to Mundy’s apology. 

He really should be punching him in the face, he should be taking that kukri and chucking it out the window. Instead, he let go of Mundy’s hand and wrapped his arms around him, holding on tightly. He really missed this asshole. 

Great, now here comes the guilt. That feeling always seems to resurface in him  at some point or another. He knew he shouldn’t have left, and yet he was stupid enough to do it anyway. Now that he’s back, it seems like everything’s changed– and it was all his fault.

“… Yeah. I’m sure.” God, could things get any more awkward and tense?

“I’m sorry.”

Mundy knew that wasn’t going to make up for what he did. He had left his fiance alone for months with no call or anything. He might have just unintentionally ruined their relationship.