forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Anya did that cough/laugh thing (you know?). “Well, we might need to get your eyes checked.” She took his hand, using it to pull herself to her feet.

Spencer shook his head as he linked their fingers together. "I don't think so, babe. I think you do."

“That, or you are in the stage of denial that follows a blindness diagnosis,” Anya teased, squeezing his hand.

"I could say the same for you," Spencer declared, squeezing her hand back with a grin.

“Mhmm,” Anya smiled. “Sure.”

They had reached the hair and makeup place with two minutes to spare. Anya opened the door with her free hand.

//shoot
I will change that
Sorry I was not paying attention

(Lol. I figured you just forgot what they were doing.)

"Hey, do we need to have a talk? Because I think you need to up your confidence how beautiful you are," Spencer declared with feigned sternness.

//yep

“Nah, we’re good,” Anya said with a grin. “The amazing makeup people will make me look okay, and then I’ll be required to at least pretend.”

Spencer rolled his eyes. "You'll look great. I mean, not better than you already do, but close."

Anya laughed. “Nice save.”

Just then, the makeup people came over and directed them to their respective stations.

//is that ok

"What do you mean, 'Nice save?'" Spencer called as he was led away. "I was complimenting you!"

“I know,” Anya laughed. “Just… never mind.” He was too faraway to hear, anyways.

For the next hour (?), the stylists assigned to Anya helped her figure out her hair, makeup, and clothing for the assignment. When the hour (?) was up, Anya was a redhead with brown eyes, in possession of a suitcase full of the clothing she’d need.

Spencer was waiting for her, his own suitcase in hand. It held mostly casual clothes, so they must not be going anywhere very professional.

When Anya was on her way over, Spencer grinned, running his free hand through his now-black hair. "You look great… But I miss your regular hair."

Anya laughed. “Well, you look good with black hair. But, yeah, I thinkI miss your regular hair, too.” She studied his face. “And it’s weird to see you with grey eyes.”

Spencer blinked and took a step closer to her, smiling. "It's weird seeing you with red hair and brown eyes."

“Well, the same to you,” Anya smiled, mirroring his step forward. “But different colors.”

"I would be concerned if my hair was suddenly red and my eyes were brown," Spencer chuckled, reaching out to set a hand in her waist in the other on her cheek.

“That might mean you had magical powers,” Anya teased, leaning into his touch. “Which could be useful… but sporadically changing hair colors would probably give us away.”

"It probably would," Spencer agreed with another chuckle. He gently pulled her closer, pressing a light kiss to her head.

Anya let herself relax. After a few seconds, she pulled away. “Shall we go figure out our backstories?”

"That sounds like a good idea," Spencer agreed, giving her a soft smile and grabbing her hand gently. "Do you want to go back to my room?"

“Sure,” Anya said, squeezing his hand. She picked up her suitcase with her free hand before adding, “Lead the way.”

(Did I forget to respond to the other RP?)

Spencer squeezed her hand back as he grabbed his own suitcase. He held the door open for her as they walked out, then led her down the hall.

//nah I think I did

Anya walked beside him, her suitcase in hand. She was already forming her character in her head. Victoria Hunter, 29, married to James Hunter for… hmm… maybe two years?