"not me. that's the 'quipment i carry."
[ he slipped off his vest, and unclipped the holsters from his beltloops, setting them all aside. he was far, far lighter now- probably only around 140 pounds. ]
"yet yer' still bony."
[ he replied, standing up and walking to him, pulling the knife out of his elbow. he then sat on his chest to insure that he wouldn't go anywhere, looking at the weapon. ]
"it's a good workout, y'know. it makes me fitter than y'think. explains why i still whooped y' one when goin' easy on ya."
[ he chuckled under his breath. ]
"At least I don't sweat myself to death building things that get so quickly destroyed."
Spy shakily pulls out his cigarette case and pulls a new one out.
[ he completes his work on the dispenser, letting out a slight sigh of exhaustion and relief once his shoulder began to heal. ]
"now who's th' disgustin' one here? i'd say it's the fella that jus' spat on me."
"yer' funny. my metalbox here automatically turns any metallic object into scrap metal as soon as th' lid closes: i made it myself."
[ he laughed, although the laugh was forced and filled with pain. ]
"sorry, par'ner, cause yer' little devices are now a part of my dispenser."
[ he then kicked him in the ribs, then tore the knife out of own shoulder, bringing it down plunged it into spy's elbow, leaving it there. he then felt around spy's suit-pockets, finding his sapper and cloaking device. he took the tools away, locking them in his metalbox. ]
[ he roars in pain, leaving the knife in his shoulder to keep the wound blocked, then throws the spy to the ground, stomping on his wrists and twisting his boot to break them. ]
"yeah? 'n' i hate people that're impolite. i oughta teach ya' some manners, chainsmoker."
[ he pulled the taller man closer to him, growling out each word. ]
[ and with that maneuver, dell grabbed his collar with his gunslinger instead, locking his fingers into a strong grip. ]
"i ain't sensitive... you just done 'n' incurred my blind, wild rage... 'n' now i'm gonna put you in yer' place, boy."
"i ain't drunk, 'n' i heard ya' loud 'n' clear, frenchie. you said i disgust you? /i/ disgust /you/? ain't that what y'said, you snake?"
[ he grabbed the tie, pulling him close. ]
{{ pretending this is still back when spy was blu, so like a decent amount in the past }}
{{ don't mind me using this for an enemies to lovers thing- }}
"oh yeah, y'think so? next time y' say it, i'll show y'somethin' disgustin'. i ain't 'fraid to rip out that cold lil' heart 'f yers, 'yer majesty'."