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Feb. 7th, 2008 05:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The Spy on his way in passed the Sniper on his way out of the bathroom, and there was something more than the usual malevolent amusement in the Australian's narrow face; the Spy walked slightly faster as he entered.
The Scout was leaning loose-kneed against the wall between the farthest sink and the corner, trying to take deep calming breaths. He straightened up like a rocket when he saw the Spy and snapped shrilly, "You better keep that fuckin' psycho creepbag the hell away from me or I - I'm gonna do somethin' that'll get my ass farmed!"
"What 'appened, Michel?" Marie-René asked, concern and anger darkening his eyes as he reached out to rest a hand soothingly on the Scout's arm. "Did 'e touch you?"
Michael shrugged the hand off in annoyance. "'Show me on the dolly where the bad man touched you'?" he mocked, voice still nearly hysterical. "No, he didn't fucking touch me, cockfag. If he fucking touched me one of us'd be lyin' in a puddle'a fuckin' blood right now. He just - creeped at me." He shuddered slightly.
The Spy raised an eyebrow in silence, still looking blackly murderous.
"Fuckin' - got me backed up over here," the Scout explained, "all - fuckin' lookin' at me, and he said something - "
"What?"
"I don't fucking know - it was that creepy fuckin' whisper, I couldn't hear him. But come the fuck on, it's the fucking Sniper, it was probably about how fuckin' sexy I'd look dead and covered in barbecue sauce. And then he fuckin' looked at me some more, and - Jesus Christ." The realization of how utterly lame and un-terrifying this sounded when explained pissed the Scout off even more, and he raised his voice again: "I swear to God, Marie, I'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna kill him!"
"No, you won't," said the Spy, in a voice that didn't quite promise 'because I will kill him first.'
"Yeah, well, fuck," said the Scout, pushing himself away from the wall to leave. "You better fuckin' hope he stays the fuck away from my ass or shit will fucking go down."
"He will," said the Spy, in that same voice.
No one was at all surprised when the Sniper "fell in the shower" later that night.