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No. 4728
FINALLY. AN UPDATE.
Forgive me if the French is shit; Google translate failed and I'm only a month into my French class.
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Apparently, this wasn’t the case. No, now that he looked closer, the tentaspy could see, just slightly, the bulges in the flame-resistant suit the Pyro wore. And crouched like that, the very obvious *lack* of bulge where a man knows it counts.
“… nothing to say, hmm?” The pyro nearly snarled, standing up slowly, hands still ready.
The tentaspy shook himself. “Non. I was simply… considering a… compromise, if you will.”
“And what in the hell makes you think I’d make any kind of a deal with you?” She narrowed her eyes.
“Ecoutez moi, d’accord? I’ll make you a deal.” The tentaspy let his balisong fall into his hand from his sleeve as he continued, opening and gesturing with it to emphasize. “One that involves you walking away from this on your own two legs.”
The Pyro glanced at the knife, poker face not so much as twitching from the scowl. Knowing what a normal spy could do with one was bad enough. Who knew how having extra ‘legs’ aided in speed?
/Maybe it’s better not to find out first hand…/
“… I’ll listen.”
“Tres bien. Now… if I let you go free, identity in hand, you’ll… help me.”
Pyro decided to play along. “How so?”
“Simply… make life easier for me. If you wish to be juvenile, push someone into the water. It matters not to me; so long as I have someone to… have a little fun with. Compris?”
“Tch… you’re even worse than the scouts. Why not, I suppose?” The Pyro grimaced at the thought of aiding the… thing, but decided it’d be better to NOT be on its bad side.
“Merci, madamoze-“
“Cut the French crap. I’ll do what you want, just leave me alone.”
“D-desole…??” The tentaspy blinked.
“You’re disgusting.”
“I beg your pardon?” The tentaspy huffed. “May I remind you that if you, what do you americaines say, /piss me off/, I can just so easily-“
“I’m not American.” She growled.
“Is that my point?”
“Listen, you shithead, I can /just as easily/ get my whole team down here to SLAUGHTER you. You could kill me, but there goes the one person in this whole fucking fort who might actually help you in your gross conquest.”
“… I… hmm. You have a point.”
The Pyro threw up her arms, giving out an annoyed cry.
“Just… ech. Just go. Do what I’ve said and I’ll ignore your drowning body next time.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Your crude weaponry is laying at the bottom of the trench at the moment, I’m assuming you want that back.”
“On my side of the fields by the time the fighting starts tomorrow, thanks.” The Pyro laughed harshly, turning to walk around to go into the back of the base.
“La pest des petits exigeants…” He groaned.
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This may or may not be the last bit of this I write. If you want me to continue on Pyro's adventures knocking people into the water, then pray, tell. If not, then I'll leave it here. Maybe someone competent can pick it up. *shrug*
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