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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Do Mai 25, 2017 10:15 pm

It was impressive to still be such a character when he was already broken so far beyond bearable - or at least he had been. Miles was pretty sure he had left some more cracks in the shell, but none of them were to be seen by the others. It came by the time, the quick fucks after some banters changed, just like Sniper and Spy had changed - became old as he'd say it. Miles didnt believe in love at first glance, it was stupid and would not work because one never knew by one look who really could be trusted. It took several looks to see deeper.
Who knew what would happen if others made their confession, just like they did, daring to dream of more, to dream of normality together like ordinary couples had - maybe not all, but who knew. No boudaries for the lawless.
Yeah yeah no need to flatter, Miles knew himself it was mostly out of sentiment that he kept those clothes, he had memories connected to all of them and he was fond that Spy, who cared alot about appearances, was still okay with him wearing it. He wouldnt want the administry to say what he could buy for clothes either, sometimes a new shirt and then he sent the bill to Miss Pauling and got it back, easy as that. Maybe Spy would tell him one day.

Oh yeah they grew up fast, everything grew faster, even feelings and then everyone was confused and overwhelmed. Miles himself had never been so drawn to someone either but had enouch calmness to handle it somehow. No one here truly ever died. And he really would like to show Spy his home, even if it was just for a visit, help to reppair some stuff on the farm, have dinner together and then do it in a real bed ... sounded good, right? But first their trip to Paris.
Yeah, for them vanilla was special and that night was special too, too bad tomorrow would be a fighting day too so they would have to wake up early. He had been so careful, getting deeper to the core without crushing it, not wanting it to be open for everyone, not wanting Armand to be hurt because he lost his means of protection. Right now, he broke through, sliding in and earning moans for it, he really loved him, loved the pressure in his back, often tensed up because he held still for very long time. Armand wouldnt need to hesitate marking him, it felt so good, so whole being inside him, caring for him, satisfying their desires. He didnt expect Spy would come from this, being more sensitive than ever, but well, who could deny him. Miles whined, clenching his teeth as Spy got even tighter around him, crying out his own name sending him over the edge too. It took only a few more powerful thrusts to fill him up inside, barely able to move, so tight was the embrace. It felt ... relieving, almost perfect to be with him like that, gasping but still searching for another soft kiss.
"Armand ... you okay?", he murmured, taking him in his arms and rolling to the side. He didnt want to crush his beloved, pulling him close and keeping him safe. Yes ... this felt right, felt like they earned it, felt like it was meant to be this way. Until tomorrow, they could sleep. "You know ... I'm going to that reptile exhibition with little Mikey. He really was happy about it. So I'll be a little late in Paris, don't be mad okay?"
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Fr Mai 26, 2017 12:47 am

Of course he could come from this, in the state he was right now it wasn't a surprise but it felt good and okay. No need to be embarrased by it. „Hmhm... you too?“, he smiled and shook his head, yawning without holding his hand before his mouth. „Hm...“ It felt good to have him still inside, cuddling till they would sleep. He had a clock set, they wouldn't oversleep. Instead he just heard him out and shook his head. „That with those scaly things? Well... at least it's not with me. We will let you guys play and we will make the real grown up things.“ He teased but sure Miley would know it, no way he would use the word thing two times and not knowing what to say else. But right now he was sleepy and on the battlefield the day, well nobody did really well. Just the two Pyros were playing like they would get candy, well perhaps they would be payed in Candy rather than in money? Who knew, well he. But it didn't matter.
The day ended sometimes, he went to the shower and than he waited for June, clad in one of his finer suits he stood there casually, listening to any footsteps, he wouldn't get surprised by the man, he was a little bit older and knew every trick out there.


Mike wasn't really sure what to think of the invitation from the other Sniper, normally they wouldn't talk much. Last thing he expected was a invitation to something this great, but he knew what the man meant. No one but them liked to see big snakes and crocodiles. He had changed into something not Red-related, well a brown trouser and a blue shirt, he loved the shirt, it was a dark blue, not like the light blue ones the blu were wearing. And of course his hat and a necklace with a few crocodileteeth. He was waiting at the drug store for some time, was early, really early to not loose the other Sniper, a knife hidden in his shoe if something was going wrong. No need to go unprepared. But he was really too excited to not go.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Fr Mai 26, 2017 8:02 am

It still was lovely to see him like this, to hear and feel him and know he was happy ... no matter what was tomorrow. Miles nodded and nuzzled his cheek against his lover's neck, of course he felt good too and had no regrets anymore, even if he had hurt Armand a while ago. He chuckled, nibbling the soft skin.
"Hmhm, you do your grown up shopping tour. Take good care of little Spy, alright?"
It would be a nice weekend, that was sure. Miles was happy and had his early relaxation in his hideout, sometimes he saw armand and just was shooting if he felt the need to clear a situation in the right time. After that, he went to shower as well, putting aside all his weapons neatly and then putting himself in a nice tux. It was pretty old but he had one, he didnt want to wear any colors today, eager to please Spy with it - still he kept the hat. It took a while but he still was on time when the drug store came in sight, and there was someone already waiting.
"G'day, mate.", he said, lifting his hand greetingly, "Sorry I kept ya waiting - ready to go?"

June didnt even participate on the battle, not getting enough sleep as he laid awake half the night and then overslept. He didnt show up that day but no one would notice, probably, but he didnt forget his appointment. Maybe it would help clear his head to go shopping, he was a little less tensed but still confused and mad at himself. He also took one of his suits and it was not a blu one, but white, and with only a butterfly knife and some cigarettes he went to meet his counterpart. No mask this time, it would be to scary for normal people, but he did not show his real face either. It was his older self again, being representative. No need to attack that other spy, they were just going on shopping like grown up men.
"You got fire?", he asked, finally arriving at the gas station and reaching out with a gloved hand so Armand could lit his cigarette.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Fr Mai 26, 2017 11:02 am

It was lovely indeed, he was purring and he kissed his lover, caressing his back and snuggling closer. „Mhm. And then we will make you some nice suits too, I have your dress sizes.“, he smiled and laughed quietly. „And after everything we will go dinning, non? It would make me happy to feed you something good.“
This time he didn't kill Miles, but he felt the familiar shoot sometimes, smiling as he knew exactly who had it been. No real pain, a swift sudden death. It would be a nice thing to see him in a tux, loved to see him sexy like that, and well with his hat. If he felt kinky the man could let the hat on. Had been happening before, even if he had coated it with mean words like he just wanted to be remembered he was taken by a filthy bushmen. But it was really nice. Sure he was taking a cigarettecase and two butterflies with him, no one of them should go without weapons, no one knew what would happen. He didn't knew Miles was the only one sane and not paranoid in this quartett.
It was nice to see the little one without his mask, even if he was older than the last time, knowing it wasn't really his face. Casually he took the lighter, lightning the Cigarette and smiled also with an unmasked, but his own face. No one knew him like that, so nothing would happen. „You look good in this suit.“ Suits you. He was tempted to talk it out loud but this would be childish so he just smiled. „Ready to go?“ Not knowing he was imitating his lover, smiled at the young Spy and went to the teleporter. „I've reserved some rooms to stay over night, wouldn't be good to rush. Just enjoy the weekend. Departure is on dimanche. But first! Shopping time!“ He was glad, would take the man to his tailor just in time, there he would get a nice suit, black this time. And a tails. Not just a suit. It was ready and for this weekend he would get some new suits... the old ones were too damaged or dirty to be anything than trash. „Any wishes ce week-end?“

Hah! Of course it would be a nice weekend, they would see crocodiles and other reptiles, remembering him of his home, his family, the good old times. And with another Australian too! He was happy, but a little bit disturbed too. There was no sign of the blu Spy, he was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps the Blu Sniper knew something... The man was coming and wear... something interesting. „Something big in thought? Should I wear something else? N G'day to you too. Sry.“, suddenly he was not sure if his clothes were good enough. He didn't knew anything about the little Spy over there. „Uhm... nd I've gotta question?“ He coughed and tried to look as undisturbed as he could. „Well... anything happend to the other Spy he wasn't killing anyone today. Just... just asking. I mean Spies and Snipers don't go along quite nice so I... Well yeah. Just asking.“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Fr Mai 26, 2017 10:55 pm

It was cute Spy wanted to give him a suit, he had already one but only an old one he wore since ten years, maybe time for a new one ... but he already did his best to please Armand when they would meet in the hotel room later on, or at dinner. Armand really seemed happy that he could show him french... cuisine or what he called it. Sounded like food.
The only sane person without weapon in a big city was happy to see the younger one so eager, he looked nice without his normal clothes. Still he was almost thinking as much as a Spy which made Sniper laugh.
"Nah don't worry, I just felt like wearing it.", he said and made an offering gesture towards red sniper, allowing him to go first. The teleporter was quickly set up by him, aiming for the entrance of the exhibition in the heard of a parisien Zoo.
"Yeah?", he said looking up to the other sniper, smiling softly at his totally not interested question, "Oh, well I haven't seen him either, who knows where those sneaky bastards go when they smell the breeze of freedom."
He knew it for sure but wouldnt tell him, it probably was a better surprise if they'd just meet in their hotel room. "C'mon, lets go before the exhibition closes!"
With a gentle push, he shoved Mike forwards. They still had a few hours.

What idiot would go unarmed to ... well, a tailor not really, but! In company of another killer it made sense, right? June didnt expect to see a real face and was sure this was a disguise from the red spy as well. He nodded, thanking for the lit cigarette and took a deep breath.
"I know. Merci.", he replied and was selfsecure enough to make himself look fabulous while saying it. He also liked the outfit of his counterpart but still was too reserved to answer this compliment.
"Oui, on y va.", he said and followed to the teleporter, a little curious, "Where are we going, though?"
He had no Idea which tailor, where they would go. And he wont stay in one room with the enemy - well at least not THIS enemy.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Mai 27, 2017 1:24 am

Wasn't it normal to get his loved ones everything for them, looking good and feeling awesome? Well perhaps that was a bit scoutish of him to think in these spheres. But... it was a nice thing of his own Spy, caring for the enemy Sniper like this. He didn't knew any of this but he would find it cute. And would be envy but that was another thing.
Nice but not as nice like him, perhaps he needed to get a suit too? Perhaps it would look good on him... And to have a suit was never wrong. His parents would approve. The other one was laughing, turning his ears red and caused him to look on the floor. Well.. it was just... a question wasn't it, without any meaning behind. It was... big. „I was never in such a big city... even in Australia I went only to the market or the outback, never Melbourne or Sydney... This... is much.“, he frowned, startled a bit and went closer to the other Sniper, he felt strange within this masses of people, but he was interested and glad he would go to the exhibition, and with a fellow Sniper and Aussie! What could be better?
„...Yeah.... who knows...“, but he was worried. Normally the man would bother him and try to do something, but nothing... perhaps he should stay in Teufort or the base if he went for him to search. Not that he would want it, nope. Perhaps a bit...
But it was nice right now, looking with gleaming eyes at every animal and tried to see as much as he could. „This... this is amazing. Thank you. I'm Miles by the way.“ He laughed and pointed to the left. „Do you think they would let us wrestle with one of the crocs?“, he smirked, clearly a joke but well, he would do it! But then he was distracted by some shops, clearly some fake teeth and hats weresold but he wanted to see it. „Can we go get some souvenirs too? That would be ripper!“

Yeah, there was just one idiot, but he loved him so it was good and nice enough and he would look after him, protected and well he would kill anyone trying something stupid. It was nice to see the little one selfconcious like this, grinned and nodded. „Paris. The best tailor you could find in the whole wide world. He's old but he's the best. If one time he lived no more... the fashion will die with him.“
No need to stay like this, in a bedroom, there were two bedrooms, one for Miles and Armand and the second for the youngsters. „Its a surprise.“ Little did he know that the teleporter ended in the street behind the tailor, the same tailor his counterpart was shopping for too. „There we are. Raphael will guide us trough his store, I've asked him to do so. Juste pour vous.“, he smiled proud and lead the man to the entrance. There was a time to talk and a time to shop and they would get the best suits for themselves and the Snipers. „Just a suit for you or should we make the little Sniper of yours a suit too? I think he would look good in one.“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Mai 27, 2017 3:15 am

Perhaps it was like that, but who of them knew what was normal and what was not? Miles didnt know but he felt like it, felt like Armand would appreciate it (what would mean to get a nice fuck later on). It was better if little Sniper didnt know about him and Armand, because he would see only the result, a desperately loving couple, but not learn about the hard hard way to get there together. There was nothing to envy as he could have that too, if they tried hard enough.
Miles got his suit for a family event, the 30th wedding day his parents were celebrating many years ago. Sure Mike would look good in it, every man looked better in a suit, especially spies. He ignored the red ears as it was easier to just pass through the teleporter, where h arrived mere moments before his companion at the Zoo's entrance where the exhibition was. Unvoluntarily, Sniper tensed too, never trained in big city survival and wishing he had gone with Armand. It was hard to focus because of the lively environment even at the evening.
"By god who feeds all these people ...", he murmured and led the way to an entrance sign where they could show their tickets and then go see the animals, "Name's Miles, hey there."
In cages. terrariums and ponds, all those deadly creatures didnt look as intimidating as inthe wild, and Miles felt both amazement and a little pity for those... well, sheep killers, no mercy then.
"Youl need a new suit after THAT for sure mate.", he laughed, watching an alligator slowly paddle through clear water, "Hm? Oh yes, sure. Lets see what they got..."
Perhaps only poor imitations from China, but a little patina was always okay, and if it was just to buy Armand fake teeth necklaces out of fun. So he followed the fellow Sniper into the little store, surprised what they had after all.

Right now, all the others except red spy were out of June's reach, no one there to protect and be protected by, that was why he brought the knife - to protect himself and his egotistical mind, trying to restore the barriers Sniper somehow avoided making him a shivering, almost even pleading mess. Maybe he was hoping that normal interaction, well as normal as possible wih an arch nemesis, could help stabilize somehow. Still, he lifted an eyebrow, happy at the location.
"Vraiment? Pas mal ... but dont worry the suits wont croak after their creator went on the other side.", he said and then followed through the portal, leaving only a vanishing cloud of smoke. In front of the store, he threw away the cig as one never went inside a tailor store with cigarettes. His own tailor. June didnt say anything, not wanting to show this to his other Spy but knew raphael might talk too much ...
"A sniper of mine? Should I get him a suit to stab him or what?", he replied and shook his head, not giving in to the tease, "what do you have in Mind? Ill need a black one soon enough ..."
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Mai 27, 2017 2:53 pm

No one. They were not normal and they would never be but that wasn't per se a bad thing wasn't it? Sure Armand would love the tux, no way he would think about his man beeing this thoughtfull to make himself this pretty. He was gorgeous and it was nice to see him in good clothes.
But right now it was Mikes time with Miles and he loved every second here, it was nice to have a fellow australian, the accent soothing and to see animals was also good. Well not in cages and ponds with glassprisons... They seemed to be sad, some of them even ill. Not much but it was seen from the way they behaved. „No idea mate... Dunno how they could live like this day in day out. Perhaps...“, he started but no... that was a bad idea. Miles sure wouldn't want to go camping with him someday on a weekend in Australia. But it would be nice to smell home.
„Miles and Mike, hm? Sometimes I wonder how they have chosen us.“ A little laugh escaped him as well. „Maybe... one out of crocodile? That would be expensive enough to have a Spy in my neck every day. Better not.“ Not in the nack, but beneath him would be nice... really nice. But things in the shop. Yeah. Things. He was totally not looking for something he could bring the Spy.
His eyes fell on a little koala-bear, a plushie. Perhaps a better gift for the Pyros but he would get one for the Spy too. Smiling he took one Koala and one Roo and showed it to Miles. „Wadda think mate? Would they be happy about them? Py I mean.“, totally not Spy, it was Py. Like in Pyro. The little blush on his face was from the heat, cause he... wasn't fond of... the heat? Well who cares. Sure Miles would never think of him having feelings for the Spy. The Blu Spy.
His eyes went wide as he saw something other, a mask, normaly not wearing things like that, but this one. It was great! He MUST have it! „There. I want this.“, he just talked and walked around Miles, not aknowleding whatever he just sayed.

Armand would protect the little Spy of everything that could hurt him. Today they would have fun, a little holiday out of the war, out of all the blood. They needed to have something funny or relaxing now and then. „Non... mais il ne sera jamais la même...“, he answered serious. But no need to think of the man dying. He didn't see the face of June, didn't see that the man was indeed not stunned, but it would come. „Better die in fancy clothing, non? They should all get suits... Think about it... Scout in a suit or demoman...“ He smiled and opened the door. „Raphael! Mon ami, nous sommes ici!“ And wasn't it nice. The man also greeted them both. With names. Well... That... was a surprise. „So.... he's your tailor too?“ He would sigh. Well no surprise then, but at least he knew the little one has taste. „Well... then I think it will go faster than thought... I think you know everything in here? And hm... what about one to souligner your eyes?“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Mai 27, 2017 6:16 pm


Miles felt pretty normal, the guys were always acting like they were soooo edgy and sooo different but in fact they were not. Only humans with more weapons than others, but also happy, sad, broken with all their little Problems. They were more normal than they thought, happy like a kid going to an exhibition with a friend after a long time of nothing but work. It was nice to see the animals, and Miles hoped they got bigger and calmer quarters during the night.
He didnt say anything to the spy, having noticed that it kept Mikey busy but also made him blush when talking about it, so he remained silent. He couldnt go camping … Armand wouldnt join them. Not at all in that hot land and horribly dangerous environment, and he'd never go without his lover on a weekend they had for free. Miles laughed.
„Dunno, probably because we're best in what we do.“, he replied, chuckling at the thought of a croc suit. Looked pretty silly for sure … but yes, he's have a spy on his back for all eternity. Not a bad thing, huh? The store was full of australian stuff, or stuff trying to look australian, it was cool and not only made for children. While Mike went for the plushies, Miles looked over a few pocket knives, smaller and bigger ones with the australian flag on the outside.
„Hm?“, he said and looked at the plushies – no matter if Spy or Py, answer was the same, „Not bad, but take a croc instead of a roo, its cuter.“
It really was with small white razor teeth out of felt, but Mike was not listening anymore. What he found really looked awesome, Miles was too old for thiis but whistled through his teeth. Hadnt seen them above the knives and fishing hooks and stuff, awesome.
„You like it?“, he asked, reaching up to take a red one from the rack and giving it to Mike, „Here ya go. Sure a nice way to spook the spooks, right?“
He laughed imagining Armands face sneaking up on someone and then facing such a mask, it was hilarious well at least in his head. Miles rearranged his hat and looked at the knife in his hand – he'd get it for his own spook for sure, they were too old for Plushies, right?
„They'll feed the alligators soon, should we go watch it?“

No need for protection by a violater, thanks alot, merci non, and it was relaxing to arrive in a familiar place, a familiar city, a familiar land. Normally he came here alone, two spies would surely give good old Raphael a heart attack of combined fashion sense. He didnt answer, waiting for what would happen inside and if red Spy already knew it … according to his reaction, he didnt know.
„Bien sûr he is.“, June replied, winking at the red Spy, „Tailors who would get the joke >A soldier once bought a suit< are rare in this world, pas vrai?“
June gave Raphael a short handshake, looking at his counterpart. As he could imagine, a shapeshifter could arrange his eye color according to the suit and not the other way around.
„I have enough suits en bleu, en noir perhaps?“, he suggested, „And maybe a white one for you?“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Mai 27, 2017 6:56 pm

The Snipers were pretty normal and the Engineers, but those were the only classes considered as normal. The other ones were... well... unique. Sure they were glad to go to an exhibit where they could smell a litte bit of home. There was everything okay to not talk about the Spy well Spies, but he couldn't let his thoughts go. And he was afraid for the man, he hadn't seen him at all, what if something happened to him? Or if he had done... everything wrong.
It would feel really good and he would be so glad to see his home, see something old and cherished but... it would be okay to go alone. Pity. But he was used to it. This here was more than he had gotten the last years. And from an enemy nonetheless.
The stuff was cute to a degree and he liked to look at it and search something for his friends and himself. The croc it was! He changed the roo to the croc, admitted that the man was right and surely the Spy would like something dangerous better than a Roo... even if it could be as dangerous as well.
The knives were nice too, perhaps he would take one too. He didn't expected Miles to help but smiled at the slightly bigger man grinning over both ears and taking it in his hand, trying it on. „You think so? It would be nice to scare both of them.“, he laughed carefree. „They aren't easily spooked, so worth a shot, don't ya think?“ He grinned and gestured to the shelf. „You wanna have one too?“ Mike took one with a sceletonface and gestured him to try it on. „I think it looks quite cool an ya. And I would pay to see our Spy be scared by it. Perhaps he won't kill you this time.“ Cause he would get killed by Miles. He giggled but it wasn't like he should enjoy it to see his teammate killed. „hm... Nah, I would ask you to not kill him but you know. Business.“, Mike shook his head and loked at the man. „Do you get something for your teammates? And hell yeah.. Bet it's nothing like in the wild. Ever seen one hunt and feed themselves?“

Ts. This one time. It was indeed relaxing, the fact he had thought about it for them both. They needed to ground themselves a bit and it would be nice to just look for nice clothes to earth himself. June seemed to be in good mood, he himself was shaking Raphaels hand who was looking just slightly disturbed but as long as nothing was damaged he was okay with those two enemies in his shop. They seemed to be friendly anyway. „That's right, but I must say I am proud to see that you've got the same good taste.“, he smiled earnest. „There was this one Spy always buying suits from an english tailor... no way I would let you run around in that. But... I should have guessed.“ Perhaps he was getting old. Maybe... but he himself knew that the Snipers liked their Spies natural and not shifted. „Well sounds good. I've got a black one already. White would be a nice change. And you should get an extra one... At least Mike needs to pay for one. So two suits for you and one suit and a blazer for me please. The blazer in dark blue.“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Mai 27, 2017 11:13 pm

It was stupid to call something not normal just because they did strange things, to him they were all normal. They got sad when something bad happened to them, and happy when there was something good. No matter what flaws and kinks they all had ... it would be wrong to call them not nice titles because of this. Had he known how worried Mike was ... he'd told him blu Spy was fine and on a girly shopping tour with red Spy, peacefully as he hoped.
Oh yeah a roo was terribly dangerous but the Spy, ah sorry, the Pyro of course would not know that. Miles himself found the knife, not for himselfbut acting like it was. Looked good on tthe younger one, half his face masked and deformed by the tissue.
"Suits ya, its definately worth tring to spook'em, mate.", he said, agreeing with Mike and then hesitatingly taking the skeletal one, "You sure? Well if ya think it scares him, I'll take a picture."
Mike placed his hat on the shelf for a moment so he could put the mask on, felt a little warm but it was nice, good against dust or the cold ... so he nodded.
"A'ight, I'll take it.", he said, taking it off and putting the hat back on, "Battle will decide over life and death ... and no I wont get anything aside from ... well you're right, somethin for lil' Pyro perhaps. He's not allowed outside so hm."
What would he like? After a brief moment, he decided to get a boomerang for the little one, would show him how to throw and catch it so the little one could play with himself a little, maybe not be so lonely all the time.
"Sure I did.2, he said going to the cashier with a knife, a mask and a boomerang, "Its feeding here, no hunting sadly, still wanna see sharp teeth."
He smiled, paid his stuff and then left the store looking for the feeding grounds.

One time was bad, two times would be an insult and a reason to truly hate him. June didnt because his body was a fucking slut, no other reason here. Still, he had enough patience and control to let it be after his fiery revenge, not knowing he did Miles and Armand a favor with it, breaking the red one's shell ... so yes, it was really nice to be here together, even if it was only distanced respect and some similarities he shared with that bastard.
"De même.", he gave back the compliment calmly, going to one of the measuring rooms, "Well sometimes the occasion asks for a less expensive suit. It hurts me to see it ruined, so I'm in fact not wearing Raphael's work in Battle."
The red one didnt miss something, he just never wore those suits in battle, they were made with passion. The other suits were expensive too but not...that emotionally precious, no wonder Spy never noticed before.
"For a battle experienced tailor I can give you some hints as well... mais pas aujourd'hui.", he said, loosening his tie and taking off the white Jacket so Raphael could make new measures, not that anything changed.
"An extra one? Bien bien, what do you have in mind?", he asked, testing Armand a little while unbuttoning his shirt.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mo Mai 29, 2017 6:00 pm

For himself it was normal too but for the most people they weren't. And they all bled red, thats for sure. He too, so he wasn'T keen on letting the man know he was interested in the Spy, worried and tried to understand this confusing thing between them. He wasn't the right person to talk about something like this, was he? But for now he could just let his worries go, enjoying the little shopping tour they had on their own and smiled as Miles got one for himself. „Looks good on you. That would make us the most handsome men on the field, didn't ya think?“, he smirked and laughed as he imagined the two Spies faces... „We are sure to be killed for some secret fashion code were breaking with these masks....“
Miles went to the cashier and Mike did too, standing behind him. A crocodile and a Koala it was and his mask. „The boomerang is a nice idea for the little one, but I think ours is happier with a plushie... It would be nice for them to play together, but with our luck they would destroy Mann.Co.“, he mused and shook his head in amusement. „Yeah... sharp teeth are good mate, M glad you took me with ya. Love this. See, over theres a sign. Right to the left.“ They didn't need to go far and they were both big, so no need to frown about not seeing a thing. They were early too, a good place and a nice view. „See Miles... as a fellow Aussi could I ask ya a questioin?“ He needed to speak with someone and right now here was... good, he knew the other man was kinda like him, all snipers were of the same wood. „“I've got.... a friend. And this friend has a little problem and i dunno what to tell him, perhaps you know what to do?“

Non, non, little one. He wouldn't make it a second time, just if he needed it, but then he would offer and not only take, it had been not only for June himself,it was something he wanted to show his Sniper what he could have but.... he had been foolish, had underestimated his Love and thought he would turn to someone else. An old fear, but  an useless one. Miles was his and he was Miles, they would retire together and it felt good, not just good it felt great. No need to be this unfriendly. He might be a bastard but for sure June was one too.
„I wouldn't even dare to wear another suit than Raphaels.“, he smiled and shook his head. „You know he makes battling ones too? But oui, couldn't hurt.“ Even if Raphael was just smiling and shaking his head, clapping his hands and getting everything ready.
Raphael always made new measures, even if he had taken it two days before. He let the little one going first, smiling and looking trough the fabrics. „Well... Perhaps je veux met someone. One don't know what the evening brings. And better be dressed for something that could happen, non?“ He wasn't going to reveal anything about that matter before Spy, he would find out soon enough, no way they would take him away from it for long. Perhaps he would be wide enough with his Sniper to see what he could have. What one of his fellow spies had and was proud of.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mo Mai 29, 2017 9:46 pm

No need to tell him something Miles already knew but would never say out loud either. Those were experiences all lovers had to go through alone, to find what they had together. After this tour together, bringing Mike back to his roots, he would maybe be more self secure around the crazy spy. It was better if at least one of them was stable ... Miles barked in short laughter.
"Because one can't see our faces??", he replied, imagining their faces too, "At least ya die fabulously."
The souvenirs were nice indeed and ...well Miles had only one, the knife was for himself, dubidu. The two Pyros destroying the companies ... wouldnt be such a bad thing. They could leave then, after all. He put all the bought things in a bag, holding it open for Mike so he could put his stuff in there too.
"You welcome.", he replied, also pretty hapy having him around and sharing this experience, so they went for the feeding together which had not yet began. Miles placed his lower arms on the barrier above the ponds where the alligators lay in the water, lurking and waiting patiently. He made a sound and looked to the Side as Mike started to talk a little around the topic. He was guessing that he had no friends outside either ... but would play along.
"What's his prob, mate?"

Good, very good, June once again had no idea what it all was about, his body probably aching from frustration and need after the many times he had thought about the things happening in the last two days. Only the suit and the familiar environment served as a distraction right now. He'd be jealous, envious, tout ca hearing and knowing those two had, hating Miles for it that he liked this red bastard also in another way than he had seen him, bound, violated and gagged. He begrudged him what he had ... or would do once noticing it because h would not even know if he wanted it for himself or not.
"I never asked.", he replied, never thinking about wearing those suits to get them destroyed, it hurt his very soul. Raphael was a correct one, and well, Spies could shaeshift, he'd never know if the measures were still the same, so he patiently allowed the elder man to touch his scarred skin.
"A date with your reflection in the mirror doesn't count.", he shot back sharp tongued, not willing to give in to some games, "So please, you got l'honneur de choisir what suit your damn Sniper owes me."
Better Armand than Mike chose it, sense of fashion and stuff...
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Di Mai 30, 2017 7:58 pm

And it wouldn't be nice to see something he knew he would never had. But perhaps everything would be alright in the end. He even didn't knew why he was thinking about it, why he was feeling this.. it had been a fuck... more fucks. He was thinking more and tried to be calm in every situation. Not ever possible, but he tried. „Hm... perhaps.“, he replied serious. „Perhaps one is only aloud to cover the upper face. The under part and the mouth needed to be open and seen.“ He tried to be serious but couldn't hold back the laugh, tears forming in his eyes. „Nah... Perhaps they would die if we wear a suit and they would be falling down from the sheer awesomeness?“ Yeah, cause they were sexy as hell.
They really should need to see the other Zoos too. Right now he was enjoying it, but there were too much things flying in his head. „Well.. yeah. He's got this... girl.“, he started, well knowing the Spy would kill him for comparing him with a girl.... „An... he is. ah... she. He thinks she es a real beaut, not knowing myself, don't know her. Well but seems like she's a bit kinky? And... she just wants to play and he is... first he was confused and now he isn't quite sure what to do. Starts to fall for him perhaps. Her. I mean her. I mean do you think she will start falling for him? Thats right. Do ya? And he didn't knew what to do, starting to flatter her or... trying to be still?“ He was stuttering, nt really knowing what to say without saying everything. He would want to blurt everything out but... nah. „You know... he can't stop thinking about her eyes and the smile and the way he's so young and somehow hurt and sad but without... like a hurt animal that wants to be caressed but didn't know how to react to anything and just bites...“

Poor needy thing, he could have so much but he didn't knew how to get it and hold it. No need to be this envy little one, you could have the same, but there was a long way ahead of them. And no nead to treat anyone like he is a great child, right now he should just enjoy anything here.
Raphael had made suits for anyone in his team, cause Armand could shift into them all, there was no need in beeing one other than himself, he didn't need to shift this much, only for killing and after that he would return to his normal state. Not making himself younger or older, had stopped that after he knew Miles wasn't fond of it. Or... at least he thought that the man was thinking that.
„Well at least I would have a nice date. And a honest one.“, he smirked and stood still to let Raphael measure him. „And non, There is no need for a mirror.“ He smirked. „Oui. Je sais what you need.“ It would be expensive, but worth his money. „You know, he wuld want you to wear it in the war, don't know if you want to do that.“ He smiled sweetly. „Or perhaps you want to spent some time in his presence to see him reacting to it and hmm... he knew... what could happen.“ He whistled a bit, smiling at Raphael. „Could we have some coffee s'il te plaît?“ He knew he was teasing the little one, but he liked how he reacted, but wouldn'T want to get Raphael in between. He waited till Raphael was awasy, nodding and knewing that something would follow. „You are here for your enjoyment mon petit. Not to be venomous. Just enjoy and let the problems at Teufort.“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Di Mai 30, 2017 9:41 pm

Yeah, Miles was not sure if it was good if the two youngsters would see them. It was the risk that they would demand too much, only see the result but not the way they still had to go, maybe skipping essential parts and just end up hurting each other. No ... no maybe it was better not to gothat far, not to mix in bad feelings in that mess of insecurity and delicate approaches. No need for pressure put on them.
"Ya mean there's a disguising codex made by spies? Sounds Horrible I tell ya.", he replied, also smiling at the laughing counterpart of his, tempted to pat his head but no doing it.
"Darn, now ya know why I'm wearing a suit – to spot drop dead spies when they sneak on us here!", he said chuckling and then listened calmly, sometimes looking at Mike, sometimes at the alligators when he started to stutter, so he would not be intimidated or more confused. It was ... pretty obvious he was talking about a spy, a younger, more vicious one than his own. It was difficult to say, as he didnt want to ruin everything for Mike just because the boy listened to him. He pondered for a while, watching the gators go for the first scraps of meat thrown in their ponds.
"Did ya try to tame a wild dingo or another animal when you were young?", he asked with a counterquestion before smiling at the red one, "If it bites one of your hands, just caress it with the other until it feels comfortable around ya ...or ya friend in that case. "
It would let go, confused but understanding there was no harm done, repeating this a few times understanding that there was no reason to bite, forming trust – it was always taking time to tame a predatory one.
"But no matter if animal or a kinky girl – flatter it. Never wrong to show appreciation even if it seems a little too much.", he then said, what person wouldnt like flattery? A spy- eh, a selfabsorbed girl no less? "At least thats what I would do ... maybe it helps ya friend."

Bon, if June knew what to do he would not be here but maaaaaybe in an enemy's van, he had felt a little safety there before, running again as he didnt get his will, coming back to take it by force just to run away from the safety offered to him. And he'd refuse any help to figure this out violently, only being here to distract him from his own insecurity. Stupid snipers, wanting to see real faces, real bodies, probably just to judge. June hated those judging eyes, it didnt matter how he looked, how old he was, why would they want to see it?
"C'est vrai.", June replied, putting his shirt back on, watching the old man wander for the other Spy, checking him out closely, learning as always more about the others. Also, he had high expectations on Armand's choice for a suit.
"I can try.", he answered, taking note to not get a single drop of blood on it. Just for Raphaels reputation of course. He didnt react to the provocation, which was one bcause he felt easily tensed by the thought of Mike. He looked as Raphael went away, then at the other spy, still a little distrustful, then snorting softly.
"Maybe I enjoy being venomous. But dont worry you're not the only one irritated by it.", he shot back, not taking the soft critique well or calmly, having thin skin but sharp fangs right now to defend himself.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi Mai 31, 2017 8:20 pm

It would be good for him, to see that there was something coming, that there was hope, where he sees none. He was desperate, confused and didn't knew what could be. There was no way they wouldn't hurt each other in one or the other way, maybe without knowing it or meaning it bad. Just by helping or beeing someone who wanted to care for the other one. The Spy seemed hurt by his behavior. Not that he had actually wanted to hurt the man.
„Sounds possible mate... who knew.“, he was smiling too now, shaking his head. „That's the spirit mate. Knew it would be fun to go out with you.“ And it was. It really was fun, felt good and he loved every second and every bit of it. He was a bit distracted, not seeing the feeding right, just focusing on his problem.
„Well... yeah?“, he nodded slowly. „Well... that sounds like a really good idea, thank you.“ He smiled, somehow found his hope again. „You're really good with this. Have one you're seeing? I mean... it's hard with the job but I think it's possible. Everyone knows about Engies wife and daughter, so... you don't need to tell me.“
He shook his head and laughed quietly, nbut then got serious again. „And what if... this person wants you to hurt her? I mean... If you didn't want it and they want you to do it and get hurt and angry if you don't hurt... her?“ It was confusing. He really didn't want to hurt him... „M sorry... But I dunno... whom to ask. Imagine Soldiers answeres.“

Hmm, said enemy van would be empty, cause poor Sniper wasn't at home right now, but here in Paris Nonetheless. He himself was confused of his Sniper, didn't knew anything, didn't knew what to do. It was nice to have the little one here, so he wasn't allowed to think about his own problems, needed to be sharp to not be killed by the little. Of course the Sniper wanted to have the real thing. They were both the same in this opinion, they were grounded and wanting, but needed the truth, alas the Spies needed their lies. Interesting how they turned to each other to seek comfort, two sides of a coin.
He himself has a scared body, a long wound from his left shoulder to his navel, a mark around his neck where one fellow spy, a friend of him had tried to kill him with a wire. His smile got a bit wider, seeing after Raphael and shaking his head a bit. „Je n'ais pas irritated. I just knew it from myself, and right now... we don't need to be enemies. Right now we're here as friends, fellow suitwearer and lover of the fine arts.“ His smile got soft, caressing the fabrics he had chosen. „I hope you will like the suit, I've chosen already and I am really interested if you like my choice. Well but the suits will take a while, what about some coffee or art? What do you want to see in Paris?“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi Mai 31, 2017 10:09 pm

Maybe so, bur Sniper still worried about them. The way Mike was talking and the few things he knew about his Teammate was sounding worse than his own lover had ever been, so ... well, the sane one here would be careful but also have to trust Armand's opinion on the little spy. In the end, they would have to do it alone, with or without help. No one knew what was actual pain and what was the things they had to endure while learning to trust. It was never easy.
"You welcome, mate. Should go out more often, dont ya think?", he asked, encouraging his counterpart tto leave his shell a little more often, and if it was just for a little fun ... they'd need it in Coldfront, a place Miles didnt know about yet. He didnt reply, just smiled at Mike's obvious question but not answering it. No answer was also an answer, wasn't it? He wouldnt have to tell ... it was more fun to find out himself.
The next question however was ... tricky. He himself had experienced this situation the night before, feeling the pain himself while hurting what was so dear to one's heart. But for two who didnt learn to be with each other yet it was even more difficult. Careful what to say, he tilted his head pensive.
"Well ... sometimes its necessary to wipe away deeper, more dangerous pain with something else. And even if it is just a slap, something to make forget. Its dangerous, however ... so don't do it if it still feels too wrong.", he tried, but not hitting the core with his plump words. It would always feel wrong but ... he still answered Armands pleas as the need to help him was stronger.
"If that complicated girl tells you what she wants however, it might help getting closer. And heck dont ask Soldier, I can imagine his >Shoot it til it loves you!< up to here mate!"

June would also never imagine Sniper even worried about him rather than being happy he was gone and not coming back that day, not even waiting in an empty Van for someone's return or maybe something else. He was also not keen on killing the other Spy, did not come here with that intention but when provoked even a tame cat could lash out again. This would never work, he was not made to be closer to another person than necessary to kill or work together. Nothing more, nothing less.
They all were scarred, partly from childhood, training, war, who knew, no one ever asked. June gave Armand a warning, vile glare at the word friends, they were all the other things but no friends, never. Then he nodded calmly.
"We will see.", he replied and finished dressing back up again, "I've been here often, there is nothing left to see. Normally, je vais au hôtel et attends."
He had visited almost every museum, every hall, every monument, trying to fill the hollowness around millions of people, so there was not much left to deal with. It was late, and he still felt no hunger. What was roomservice for anyway.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi Mai 31, 2017 11:19 pm

Mike was worried too, it wasn't worse, he didn't knew if it was worse, but he just happened to be a romantic type, someone who wanted to love and care and worship the one close to him. Not that he was feeling like that for the Spy... no nope. It was this friend with this girlfriend of this. He just wasn't used to any of these things...
„Hm... perhaps. I often went alone to camp outside the fort so I think I'm out a lot.“, he stared at the gator finishing his meal. He knew this wasn't what the men meant. But.. he wasn't ready to facy anyone, just know he was going cause of the reptiles, slowly starting to think that it was nice in Miles presence.
Coldfront... oh he hated Coldfront... A Snipers and a Spies worst nightmare... freezing cold, shivering shoots, cloaking nearly impossible as anyone could see the snowprints.
„Wipe away a deeper pain....“, he repeated deep in thought, yeah maybe. That would... yeah. „I think ya got the prob mate. Thanks. I know now what to do.“ He nodded and smiled, just looking terrified for a moment. „I mean what I need to tell him. Not do someting myself. Not my... boat. The Sheila. No Sheila.“ Perhaps he should just throw himself over the fence. Perhaps the gator was hungry some more? „Yeah... And then I will“ get backstabbed a lot more... „shot him instead to not be yelled at anymore... Love is war! Sun tzu told once a soldier to kill his love cause love is weakness and weakness needs to be eliminated! I see where this is going... Sometimes I wonder if theres one sane person in this fort...“ But he knew they were all somehow broken, not entirely but a bit.
„Well... what's there to see now? Or shall we retreat for the day? I must admit I'm tired and there are too many humans around...“

Oh but he was, not that Armand knew it either, and not that he was admitting that he didn't knew anything. June was everything but no tame cat, a viper, an injured dingo, yeah but no tame cat. He was restless, there was a hunted look in his eyes, a lonelyness, an emptyness in his heart Armand knew from himself. Oh he was like June in this age, it had been a long time he felt distant and alone, scared and scarred, broken but not insane, not to the point he saw others. Armand himself didn't thought there would be a time he craved to be with someone, that he would find a love to hold and to cherish. Someone who loved him back.
„Well And I don't want you to be on your own in a hotel room!“, he insisted outraged. „It's le weekend and we should have fun. There is something you like to do, I know it. If your feeling like it we could eat a little bit and watch the poeple, think about backstories for them. Could be fun.“ HE didn't want to press the man, but he also didn't want him to spend the time alone, less he has no clue if the Snipers were at the hotel right now, there was no message from Miles. He needed to occupy the little one some more.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Fr Jun 02, 2017 12:51 am

Who knew if t was good or bad before it was actually happening ... Miles didnt and he felt not secure meddling too much with the affairs of those two, even if it could help them in one way or another. Going outside of the ort was one thing but he went out there alone, making Mike just as insecure around others than a Spy and this was ... not good. Not too bad but not helping either, so he noted to himself to fix that. Before they got to Coldfront where even walks outside the camps would be too exhausting and dangeroous to count.
Still, even with his simple and not very elegant words he seemed to have understood a point - Mike was really a nice one, even getting his attempt to explain. Once more, he acted like he didnt hear Mike's little mistake, totally not meaning his problems with a spy that Miles had in no way possible thought about either. He just ignored it, looking at the lazy gators now wanting nothing but their peace.
"There's just one Problem with this old saying ... it ignores why people start fighting and why they stop.", he replied, turning around and leaning against the barrier with his back, "What does a man fight for? A unresponsive dead land? Out of honor? To protect total strangers? Normally its to protect or nourish someone he loves, and the land these people call home. Its not a weakness if one sees it like that, but I digress. We cn go to a hotel if ya want, its not far from here."
Way to find out they were actually in Paris, surprise!

Not the right time to find animal nicknames for him but well, right. Still, he liked cats for their stubborn pride and independence, not willing to adapt, to fit any schedule. And still, he would not compare himself with that other French man. He was not insane, no one was insane aside from Pyro and that German creep maybe, least of them June. Being a little disoriented was no sign of insanity. However, that impulsive reaction was interesting and made him distrustful. What was that man having in mind?
"Mon cher Monsieur Rouge, I spent the whole week battling and also living with a bunch of primates and the silence of a hotel room with a glass of good wine sounds like the first thing I want to do on my week-end.", he replied, having fun, ts... around oher uncivilized ones no less. "So if you can'T offer some distance to oxygen wasting other beings, that would be my idea of fun ..."
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mo Jun 05, 2017 5:12 pm

There was nothing one of them could do in this position, would mean that either one of them would retreat, would flee cause the matter was out of hand. They didn't want to be puppets, they needed to find it out on their own. Pft Coldfront... they wouldn't go to Coldfront this year, it had been promised, some problems with the pipes in both forts, so no need to be worried about something like that.
It was nice from Miles to not point it out and Mike knew he was very bad in pretending to have a friend and be secure on his own. „You... really are good in this one. Thanks mate... and thanks... to not point it out..“, the last part was murmured, his nose and ears bright red but didn't confirm it further. „Yeah... you're right. Well right now we're only fighting for the fun and glory others want to see. Pointless in a way but I'm happy to have landed here. Dunno... it's easier than living outside, bounty hunting. This... feels almost like a home. And I think only Soldier would say it's weakness... but I know he fancy someone too, just to shy and stubborn to admit it.“ He sighed and nodded. „Kay. But... Could we first search for something to eat? I'm hungry enough to join the gators and get some raw meat.“ He laughed quiet and shook his head. „And we need to be careful... Feels almost as if anyone here is a spy. What do you think, are there other Spies out in the world or are they all french? And seriously? For the first weeks I really believed that every french was speaking like them and wearing suits. Nice to not be confirmed on that.“

Hm, there was never a right time to find animal nicknames for anyone, just like the Spy wouldn't like them Armand himself prefered not to be compared with an animal. He may be a bit impulsive sometimes, one thing he hadn't been able to train out of himself over years... sometimes it made even Miles laugh at him, if he wasn't able to be himself fast enough. „Well pity... And here I thought you were old but not dead.“, he responded, snorted and shook his head. „So you will spend the weekend in paris like the weekends in Teufort, boring and not forgetfull, just another routine? That makes you predictable mon amie. But well... if you want to retire this soon... one couldn't hold it against you.“ He hadn't got a plan, really, one of the few times, but he didn't want this evening to end this soon. „There's an opera this evening... I will attend.“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mo Jun 05, 2017 5:53 pm

Who wanted to be a puppet anyway? It was Armand who had made Miles aware of all the hiding, the masks, all the games being played under the surfaces - even tender and loving ones a naive Sniper like himself never had seen before. He'd always been calm but gained so much more Confidence through his relationship with the Spy. No matter if Coldfront or Teufort ... they'd go together.
"Thanks, but mate I have truly nooo idea what ya talkin' about.", he said and winked for a brief moment at him. Sometimes not knowing everything was better for them all and it felt wrong to interfere like that. Speaking theoretically about people that never existed having problems mit girls that were not real, that was better than saying "Do this and dont do that" to an insecure person, allowing to think about it in a distanced way. Mike was a nice person, thinking about the others as he showed right now, about the things they were all doing.
"If it feels home to you, it cant be all bad, right?", he replied and escorted his younger counterpart to the exit, "Yup lets get some fresh meat. There surely are other countries with spies that have some strange clothing preferences, but those are ... well, just civilians I guess. Could you go get a Taxi? Here's the address where we should head, I'm coming in a minute."
He gave a shet of paper to Mike to get a taxi, there should be restaurants around the hotel. Then he backed away a bit and took the mobile phone Armand gave him, to call the only registered number.

Animal nicknames were stupid and uncreative, June disliked it but loved how Mike had patted and comforted him and ... well nothing he liked anyway! No fellow Spy would like that. He rolled his eyes and folded his arms, letting the words of Armand pass him by but ignoring it, not willing to let himself get provoked. Opera sounded interesting however, he didnt think about that, so Armand actually got him. Still, he refused to give in as he would not back down now.
"You do that.", he hissed, and before he could say more a mobile phon rang - it was surely not his own and Raphaels sounded differently, so it was probably Armand's.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mo Jun 05, 2017 6:28 pm

Perhaps one of the Spies? To be patted and loved? But nope, no animal was good enough to describe one of them.
So the Spy had changed the Sniper as well, Mike would be curious, curious and somehow a bit envy of this whole thing, his mind on June, well... he didn't knew his name. But his face and his real body. It made him smile. He liked the younger body more, would love to see him grow older with time and not with kits. „Yeah sure, appreciate it.“, he smiled and shook his head, grinning at the other Sniper. He was a good …. well mate. Friend was too much and mate, mate was safe. Mate was everyone and one didn't need to confess if it was more friend than stranger.
„Well some strange home where one could go to an exhibit and kill themselves the next week, but yeah. Home. I would miss everyone, even Solly.“,he grinned, took the paper and nodded, „Sure, take your time. I've got enough money to let them wait.“ He went to search for a taxistand amazed that indeed, they were in Paris. He had never been here, but the sign showed that they were in the capital. „Crickey... Think he would like to be here.“ Forgotten about his task he studied the map, there would be so much things to see, perhaps he could stay here over weekend and didn't need to go home the next day? He didn't know what Miles had planned anyway and if they would do something together. Well... somehow he hoped too, cause it was intimidating to went alone in this big city with this many humans... and no hiding places.

Hm, maybe, well he himself liked to be called names, just by Miles of course, but he also loved to be called love. His own Sniper was cute and loving and he liked and cherished him for that. No need to be ashamed of liking to be patted and loved.
Poor thing he really needed to play along, play this old and broken and no-fun. Opera wasn't just good, it was amazing. „And you will come with me.“, he insisted, staring at his phone and tried not to smile, taking it to his ear. „Bonjour, Can I help you with something?“ he knew it was Miles, but June was here, he knew Miles new that too, but it itched him to tell him by his name, by one name, by any of their nicknames, wanted to tell him how he longed to see him, hear him. They were this near and this far away...
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mo Jun 05, 2017 7:04 pm

Yeah Spies were a little complicated and that was why a simple man fitted them well - two complicated personalities would always rub the wrong way, get in fights with all their corners and hooks. Miles loved his complicated one, no matter which name they called, the one teaching him to look beyond the surface sometimes, the one Miles taught to not think too much sometimes, making him an easy mate with a wide ranged sense for others.
"Gonna see them after the weekend, so dont miss anyone too much.", he reminded him and then backed away a bit to call Armand, also longing to hear his voice and no longer paying attention to Mike. He was old enough to not get robbed, hit by a car or whatever for a few minutes, right? It took a moment, and then he smiled listening to the known voice talking so business-like. Still made him feel a little more warm, more comfortable.
"Hey, it's me ... I'll head back with lil' Red soon, eating something and then go to the hotel.", he gave a brief overview about the status quo, his voice getting a little softer, "When can I see you?"
He didnt know what the two Spies were planning, if anything at all, maybe having a three hour dinner, maybe going somewhere so he'd have to wait for him, just asking. Just ... longing to meet.

Tsts, well it was not so much a secret to June, but he was not sure what relationship he had seen, one bound and gagged, the other one quite obviously enjoying it. But was it Miles who had captured that red Bastard, or did he come out of free will? He couldnt tell and didnt want to draw any hasty conclusions. Maybe the only one understanding why this patting was dangerous was truly Soldier ...
June gave only a fierce glance, only swallowing the protest because it was rude to disturb a phone call as a stranger. So he turned away and left the measuring room to go look for some new ties.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mo Jun 05, 2017 7:44 pm

So perhaps it was a good thing than, that they were simple, somehow he would fear to be a lesser man, something boring for the Spy, always searching for new highs and depths. It would be nice to have someone whom he could care for like his Blu counterpart did it. It would make him proud and would show him that he was every part the man his mother wanted him to be.
„Don't miss anyone of them right now, it's nice to be a bit out of everything, like a vacation from the family.“ He vanished and stared at the map, hopefully not getting robbed. And there didn't need to be a car on the sidewalk...


Poor thing... so confused. Maybe it wasn't much of a secret for June but he didn't knew how deep their relationship was, how deep they cared for each other. He smiled at the Spy, seeing him retreating and just concentrated on the one he loved. „Eating something sounds nice... I wanted to help my little one a bit, but he just wants to sit at home with a wine, perhaps drowning his sorrows. I wanted to take him to the opera, but then I can't see you this long...“ He sighed. „I Miss you too, mon chere. And I would like to go somewhere with you to dance. Something classy... What do you think?“ He wasn't sure if he could go to the opera, wanted to see it really, but... not if Miles wasn't fond of it.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mo Jun 05, 2017 8:32 pm

Of course, only very few personalities were truly bad or incompatible with others, but being simple or complicated was never bad per se. It made things just interesting, made it possible to find a perfect match even if no one would have expected it. Miles never thought of it happening either before coming to know his enemy Spy a little closer. Right now, he was rensponsible for Mikey and leaving him unattended for a while, still having their shopping bag with him and almost desperate to hear Armand. They were free this weekend, would have time together and ... he yearned for it, even when thinking about the two youngsters having to get along too, happy just to hear his voice.

"I'm a horrible dancer. That wouldn't be so much fun for you.", he chuckled and held the phone closer to his ear, "Should we let them meet in their room and just let it be? I'd join ya on the opera, never been in one before. Would that work?"
It was a little lie, his parents had taken him to the Sydney Opera when he graduated, seeing "Der Freischütz" together, but he wanted that his love had another special time, being their first time, him being the one ntroducing him to more culture. Well, Miles had been in the opera before but still had absolutely no idea, maybe it really felt like a first time. Still, he'd go everywhere with Armand and was pretty happy he had decided to wear a suit from the very beginning.
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