Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

Lessons

3rd person

Crystal was here just in time to see pyro fulling transformed.

"Wow..." crystal added. Both spys nodded their head in approvement

The rough-and-ready woman with tangled hair, handy with deadly weapons and more likely to kill you than kiss you, nearly stumbled out in black pumps. She'd almost never walked in high heels before, and doing so was a rather new experience.

She was also wearing a dress for the first time in many years. It was jet-black, and though it hugged her curves and muscles, it came to a modest hemline to promote the public's percieved image of class and elegance. The makeup team had also done wonders with her. Her brown eyes stood out against black kohl liner, and her scars were nicely concealed. Like wearing a dress, wearing makeup or even jewelry was also a thing she hadn't done in a remarkably long while. It was going to take some getting used to, She could do it; she had to do it. With that, she shuffled up to the Spy, whilst admiring herself in a nearby full-length mirror.

"Haha, heeeey, not too shabby, eh?"

Both spy truly would've preferred death than having to admit it at that moment, but the Pyro really looked...magnificent. She even smelled nice, and it was admittedly hard to recognize her from the tumbleweed they'd met. Nonetheless, they kept their composure. After all, she was still the same person, just cleaned up.

"Not bad, not bad at all," Spy managed.

Pyro took this as a semi-compliment and curtsied melodramatically.

"Merci beaucoup, mon ami," she drawled in an exaggerated French accent.

"Parlez vous français?" asked Spy, careful not to show his ever-so-slight surprise.

"Uhhh...a little, maybe? Dunno, I took a year of it in, like, high school," answered Pyro sheepishly, before bursting into hearty laughter.

Despite the boisterousness of her laugh, it was quite contagious. The Spy grinned slightly...a lesson was to come of this.

"Leçon numéro deux-lesson two, your laugh, it should be light, airy. Yours is rowdy, disruptive, commanding, and that is most definitely not our goal here," remarked Spy, with a flick of his cigarette.

Pyro flinched again. Well These constant blows to the qualities that made her her was getting annoying.

'Suck it up for the mission. You can do it,' she thought, cheering herself on.

And with that, the woman tried once more. A light, airy giggle; that should do the trick. "Much too...faux. Keep the length to a minimum." Pyro sighed and threw her hands in the air."Well, fuckin' say somethin' funny, then! How am I supposed to laugh when you're just standin' around, smokin'? Nothin's funny here, pal!"

She had a valid point. How annoying. It was the Spy's turn to sigh. "Alright then, imagine this: the rough, manly Soldier, dancing, prancing around, in a pink, frilly tutu." Crystal giggled the way a women should giggle (lol) and emitted a low but high pitched voice "I feel pretty, oh so pretty, oh so pretty, and witty, and gay!"

Before the Spy could finish his impression of Soldier singing a ballad from West Side Story, his debutante-in-training was giggling. The merciless, murderous Pyro...was giggling, light, airy, feminine giggles. At his cue to stop, she stopped, albeit with a dimpled grin still on her recently made-up face."Bien, bien. Still needs a bit of work, but not bad, Not bad at all," Spy added.