#restoredbyflame

“Ah, Reyes, hello. She’s doing wonderfully. Keeps me up at nights but I’m told that’s par for the course.” Percy smiled, adjusting little Sam’s sling. The little girl make a soft noise, wiggling a little. Percy chuckled “She was a wiggle worm when I was pregnant for her and she still is.”

“Fruit, hm? My stomach is currently a bit sensitive.” The clerk was reasonably smaller since Reyes had last seen him, getting up from his cot in the medbay, a little wobbly on his feet, but smiling. There was a small noise from Sam in here bassinet near his bed. “Would you like to come in and meet Sam?”

“Sorry Reyes. I haven’t seen hide or hair of it since I left and got back from my work.”

“Don’t forget yer umbrella if yer goin’ outside...it’s thunderin’ and stormin’ outside right now.”

Dell popped his head out of the water to take a look around. Seemed clear. He ducked his head back under, looking overReyes, whom seemed to be disoriented from lack of air. Inan attempt to keep him alive, Dell leaned close, hands graspingat the firebird’s face to mesh their lips together. Air was blowninto his lungs, before Dell pulled away and pulled him out ofthe water.

The spy pressed himself against the wall, widened grey eyes locked wildly on the pyro sauntering past. Great, just what he fucking needed. Really, who had decided to hire Pyro's in the first place? They were a nuisance to every spy. Phillippe was no different. He held his breath as the enemy pyro passed, his butterfly knife ready in his clutched fist incase things got...messy. It was never easy to snoop around in the enemy base.

Either way, the Demo swung down right at the moment for his and the others lips to meet, Jack hanging by his knees (which would probably be trying to kill him if not for a careful concoction of painkillers). Well, it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen.

“I assume you’ve checked the kitchen, yes?”