#grayspytf2

[tentaculesdespionnage-blog]

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One tentacle wraps around the tiny Spy's waist and almost effortlessly lifts him. Another plucks at his colorless attire. "What does this signify, my friend?" He asks, tone and expression denoting nothing but casual interest. Truthfully, the response would impact his treatment of the other.

[hideishiding]

No mask// gray-spy-tf2

"Uh," Hide stared at the older man with a mixture of concern and confusion, "Y'know it's the middle of summer.  You really shouldn't be wearing a mask like that in this weather."

[youjustgotmerasmused]

Hello, Merasmus~!

"...Hello spy. Please don't tell me you work for Gray Mann because of the outfit choice. I'm quite sick of him and all his annoying automatons..."

[christmasmenace-blog]

"What I am saying is that my general practice regarding children is kidnapping them and forcing them in manual labor." He scoffed. "Would you like to partake in that?"

*eye roll* So what you’re saying is, you’re a useless old bag? Well alrighty then, I’ll go ask Merasmus for help.

[comeherecupcake]

gray-spy-tf2

"How’d you manage to get that?"he asked, honestly quite interested,"And would you like me to get you an icepack for it?"

"None of yer damn business," Soldier snarled. "I don't need a damn thing, especially not from a cream puff like you."

[comeherecupcake]

"What a shiner!"he exclaimed, quite impressed.

The dark purple bruise was half hidden by the Soldier’s helmet. Jane growled at the Spy before bringing a beer up to his own lips.

[comeherecupcake]

✖ (Abel is intimidated by Jane even though he tries to act like he isn't)

[Jane is a very intimidating person

Brain Maggot would probably cry out of fear if she ever met Jane in person]

[comeherecupcake]

*sees the soldier coming so he does what any doll would do and goes completely limp in place*

-Has no idea. Doesn’t even notice him. Dolls are for girls.-

[comeherecupcake]

gray-spy-tf2

He grabbed onto the offered hand tightly, attempting to pull himself up…He really needed new shoes, the read on his current pair were awful at best. But they had lasted him a good dozen years. “Thank you, sir…Why all the blood? Get into a fight? Crush some skulls? Play with some freshly severed heads?”

His second hand yanked the other up by the cloth over his shoulder, clapping the Spy on the back once he had sure footing. This Spy didn't look familiar, but he didn't look BLU, either. Or French. All good things to this all-American macho man.

"ALL OF THE ABOVE," he answered with a somewhat sinister grin. "DAMN BLU CROUTON TRIED TO SNEAK IN AFTER HOURS." Whether that was the truth may never be known, but it was the truth to the Soldier, and that's all that mattered.

"Wait a minute." Jane frowned suddenly, as if scrutinizing the other man from beneath his helmet. "You'll need a change of uniform, Private. Yer working for RED...aren't you?"

[comeherecupcake]

He walks in to see the soldier washing blood off his hands so he just tries to nope out, but accidentally slips and falls onto his butt.

The noise caught his attention. Jane looked up, finding the clumsy mercenary on the ground. Amazingly, the Soldier was in a good mood for once, and started to walk over, hands still dripping with water and blood.

"NEED A HAND, PRIVATE?" The man offered cheerfully while he extended the wet appendage.

[zhat-medic]

"Vhat is it vhis mercenaries und keeping so many animals?" Medic wondered aloud. "At vhan time, I vas zhe only man vhis a small army of birds, und zhen everyone seemed to start getting pets like it vas a contest to see who could own zhe most. Gott knows how many pets Mundy has, Tavish has a parrot, Misha has a robin, Dell has a canary, Jane has an eagle und a family of raccoons..."

Medic leaned back. "You get zhe picture."

"How long have you had your bird?" Medic inquired, pointing to the crow.

"Zhe flock of doves I own have been vhis me since before I joined zhis team. I acquired zhem through unconventional means, but I don’t regret taking zhem in.”