Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

Pyro

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3rd person

Btw spy is still sleeping like a baby

The blu Spy hadn't run that far that quickly in a long, long time, and being a smoker hadn't helped. Though he was in his early thirties, he felt as though he were a 60-year-old man who had just sprinted a mile. He caught his breath in front of the hotel and quickly adjusted his slipping suspenders. He felt Pyro's presence behind him and turned around to find her crouched a bit, ready to try and startle him.

"Mon cherie! I am a Spy, it would be in vain to attempt to catch me off-guard," Spy reasoned. Though with her mannerisms, there were plenty of times in which she had already caught him off-guard without her knowing. He simply excelled in hiding his emotions.

"Yeah, yeah. you're just lucky I didn't have my flamethrower," she replied, "or else you woulda been caught off-guard, alright!"

"You would even think of hurting a comrade?" Spy gasped in a mock-offended tone.

"Shutcher trap, drama queen!" Pyro said as she laughed and playfully hit Spy on the arm.

"Ladies do not hit," Spy said bemusedly.

"Yeah, well, how many ladies you see torchin' people to death?" Pyro said, suddenly yawning. It was getting quite late.

"Ey, I'm gonna go hit the sack, french toast. I'll see you in the mornin'," she quipped, followed by friendly slap on the back to the Spy.

"Bonne nuit," he replied, slightly taken aback by Pyro's gestures.

Spy watched as the woman strode away. She stood out like a sore thumb amongst the high-class crowd-donned in an oversized t-shirt, baggy shorts, and heavy-duty workboots, walking with big, thumping, confident strides, She knew excactly where she was and where she was going.

He leaned against the façade of the building, opened his metal case, removed a cigarette, and reflected upon his time spent with this enigma he'd known as the Pyro. For five years, they'd hardly so much as looked at each other. He never even considered that she could've been female. Now that he thought back on it, however, the signs were obvious. He mentally scolded himself for not being more astute and picking up on the obvious clues. That flowered bag in her locker, the fact that her face remained concealed and that she never removed her mask around the others. Pyro was even one of the shortest on the team; the only one her height was the Engineer.

Now, in only a matter of a couple of days, he'd gone from knowing next to nothing to knowing a lot about his teammate. He wondered why she'd been surprisingly open with him, despite him being a spy. What a confusing woman.

At that, the wind began to pick up, and the Spy felt a small drop of water of his arm.

"Merde," he muttered, flicking his cigarette to the ground. He stepped on the butt and headed inside to avoid the torrential downpour that was to come.