[He's trying! But this is just very weird to him, man!
Spy does manage a wry smile, both at Engie's blatant attempts to defuse the awkwardness of the situation as well as the comment.]
Miracles do happen, I suppose.
[He notices that pause, though. He's not entirely surprised if things were a little more involved than Engine's letting on; god knows he's not one to judge someone for playing the field a little.]
Yes. I was affected by the pollen from the vines and she carried me until I could walk again.
[Gee, Spy. How come your mom lets you get carried by TWO attractive(??) people.
Really, though. This is a fine change of subject, even if it's hard not to look at those... fox eyes. Or for Engineer to kiss and tell, much less gossip about being vaguely interested in anyone.]
[Because Lunatia and its moons hate him. Probably for being French. The dry smirk on Spy's face indicates that he definitely didn't consent to paralysis. But despite the distraction of conversation, he still averts his gaze if their eyes connect for too long.]
Indeed. It's refreshing to be around a doctor that still has her medical license.
[Probably for being French. Engie takes the hint from the look on Spy's face - moreso when he looks away from him. He should probably excuse himself soon, before this gets too weird.]
No kiddin'. I'd call her "Better Medic," if she didn't have a name already.
[HA... ha. Ha.
He should go.]
Well, uh. Pretty sure you're still sane. And I'm guessin' those eyes ain't gonna kill you, for now.
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Spy does manage a wry smile, both at Engie's blatant attempts to defuse the awkwardness of the situation as well as the comment.]
Miracles do happen, I suppose.
[He notices that pause, though. He's not entirely surprised if things were a little more involved than Engine's letting on; god knows he's not one to judge someone for playing the field a little.]
Yes. I was affected by the pollen from the vines and she carried me until I could walk again.
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[Gee, Spy. How come your mom lets you get carried by TWO attractive(??) people.
Really, though. This is a fine change of subject, even if it's hard not to look at those... fox eyes. Or for Engineer to kiss and tell, much less gossip about being vaguely interested in anyone.]
Guess she's a life-saver like that. Good woman.
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[Because Lunatia and its moons hate him. Probably for being French. The dry smirk on Spy's face indicates that he definitely didn't consent to paralysis. But despite the distraction of conversation, he still averts his gaze if their eyes connect for too long.]
Indeed. It's refreshing to be around a doctor that still has her medical license.
[At least, he's assuming she does.]
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No kiddin'. I'd call her "Better Medic," if she didn't have a name already.
[HA... ha. Ha.
He should go.]
Well, uh. Pretty sure you're still sane. And I'm guessin' those eyes ain't gonna kill you, for now.
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But yeah. Get Engie out of here before things get worse. Spy clears his throat and nods, moving towards the door again.]
Yes. That seems to be the case. Although if I feel as though I'm dying, I'll be sure to let you know.
[Spy actually rubs the back of his neck for a moment, contemplating for just a moment.]
Thank you. I apologize if I woke you up, but I appreciate you coming.
we can end it here if you want
[Like Spy's not already guiding him out the door. He follows, and stops as Spy speaks again.
... Ah, dammit. He nods.]
Don't worry about it. Like I said, we oughta look after each other out here.
[Which is true. He really does mean that. He flashes Spy a small, genuine grin as he heads out the door.
... And tries not to think about this for at least a couple days.]
alrighty
[Spy closes the door behind Engie and... well, he has some soul-searching to do.
...After a carton of cigarettes and a few glasses of Lunatian booze.]