The song here is "La Vie en Rose" by Edith Piaf.
Scout cracks his neck as he leaves to go snag an extra towel from the bathroom, on Pyro's orders. When he leaves, he can hear Pyro's muffled cooing, which would normally drive Scout to call someone girly and lame, but this is the same guy Scout's seen laughing as he sets people on fire, so he bites his tongue.
When Scout returns, there's a strange sound coming from the kitchen, but he can't quite put his finger on what it is until he enters the kitchen. Pyro is swaying slightly, his hand resting on the Octospy's freaky, giant head as the thing fucking sings. It's some fruity little French song that Scout remembers his mom liking.
"...Quand il me prend dans ses bras,
Qu'il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en rose..."
Scout's not sure how to feel. For one thing, he didn't think the creature had a voice at all. For another, now that he's hearing it, it's nothing like a normal spy's voice. BLU Spy has a deepish sort of smoky voice (not that Scout's ever noticed — he ain't no fag), and RED Spy's voice is similar, though there's a slight difference in their accents (which Scout definitely only knows because RED Spy always gets behind him and whispers shit before stabbing him, and because BLU Spy talks all the fucking time). Octospy, though, has a higher voice, and it sounds... sort of wet.
Scout's not really sure how a voice can sound wet.
"...Il me dit des mots d'amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ça m' fait quelque chose..."
Pyro seems really happy to be hearing the thing's high-pitched, wet-sounding voice. Watching him bounce a little makes Scout smirk.
"...Il est entré dans mon coeur,
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause..."
The Octospy has just begun to sway its tentacles in time with Pyro's movement when BLU Spy stalks into the kitchen. Octospy shuts up at once, and glares at Spy like the guy just turned his family into sushi. Spy looks at the thing like it's some horrible mistake of nature, and, well, it kind of is, but Pyro and Scout take offense anyway.
"Hey, fag, don't look at Octospy that way," Scout says, frowning.
"I 'ate zat song," Spy says grouchily. "And eet 'as a stupid voice."
"I bet you're just jealous of him," Scout tosses back, "since you sound like a constipated pigeon on a power line when you sing."
"Ta toi," Spy mutters, "you disgusting boy. Don't force whatever disturbing images your mind creates onto my own." He flounces past Pyro to the fridge and opens the cabinet more moodily than Scout's first girlfriend ever did anything, even when she was on the rag. He inspects the bottle carefully — probably wary of Sniper's piss, as usual — before he pours himself a glass of milk.
"'Ave fun bazing zat ridiculous monster," Spy mutters as he leaves, holding his glass close to his chest. Scout sticks his tongue out at Spy's back.
"Fricking douchebag. C'mon, Pyro, let's just keep washing Octospy," Scout says, offering a smile to his friend, who looks a little upset and a lot like he's going to punch Spy in the face tomorrow.
They look back to the sink, and see Octospy curled in on himself, all scrunched up into the corner.
"Aww," Pyro mumbles, moving closer to the sink, "mmf mmfed." He holds a hand out over the water, and murmurs again when Octospy hesitantly reaches a tentacle out of the water. Scout shifts his weight uncomfortably, and doesn't realize he was holding his breath until Octospy pops his head out again, mask a darker shade of red now that it's soaked with water.
"You know, I think you were right," Scout mentions as Pyro pats Octospy's head fondly.
"Mmfmb mmf?" Pyro asks while Octospy wraps a tentacle around his wrist.
"Thing being cute and shit," Scout says gruffly. Octospy waves a tentacle at him, and he can't help but reach out and let the thing grab him. "In a really weird, not cute way, I mean."
Pyro laughs at him, and Octospy wraps his tentacle completely around Scout's pinky finger.
"...C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie;
Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie;
Et dès que je l'aperçois,
Alors je sens en moi
Mon coeur qui bat..."
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The next morning, Scout gets up bright and early, as always. It's basically been ingrained into him ever since he joined the track team; he was up by four-thirty a.m. every day for Hell Week. The first year he suffered through it, he threw up when he got home. Twice. On each day.
Sometimes it's hard for Scout to remember why he joined track, but when he's out running, like he is now, it all comes back. Jogging around the BLU Base is around eighty times less stressful than running through Boston in June for practice.
There's also the fact that he got kicked off of the baseball team, but Scout kind of blocks that memory out.
Anyway, after he's gone through his morning ritual (get up, yelp quietly when he sees a spider in the corner, destroy the spider with his bat, run around the base to get rid of the willies, take a shower, check his room for more spiders while he's getting dressed, eat crappy breakfast), he goes to Pyro's door and knocks loudly, not caring that most of his teammates aren't up by seven in the morning.
"Yo, Pyro, come out and—"
The door swings open and Scout nearly tumbles forward, but Pyro helps him catch his balance. "Hey, man, what the fuck—"
Pyro hushes him and holds up a gloved finger to his mask. Scout can't see his friend's face, and isn't sure he ever will, but he's standing exactly like Scout's mom used to stand when she woke up at midnight to tell him and his brothers to shut the hell up.
"Why?"
Pyro jerks a thumb over his shoulder, and Scout leans to the side to look past him. Octospy is packed into a jar that looks way too small for his body, resting on Pyro's desk. Apparently, he's sleeping.
"Oh. Oops. You wanna go break some of RED's windows?"
Pyro shakes his head, and mumbles something about eating breakfast first. Scout slouches in disappointment.
"Well, shit. Fine. I'll be outside I guess." He goes down the hall before Pyro can react, and turns the corner, ignoring Pyro's muffled response. Scout waits until he hears the door close, then gnaws on the inside of his cheek for a minute before walking out to the gloomy fog.
Scout's never really sure what to do when he's alone. He had eight brothers — Irish family and whatever — and even though they weren't all together all the time, he just isn't used to not having someone by his side yet. He decides to explore, even though he knows the base pretty well now, especially the outside.
Problem is, even though he knows basically what he wants to do, Scout still doesn't actually know where he wants to go... or what to do when he gets there. "Fuck," he says shortly, glaring at the ground.
Scout kicks the dirt a couple of times before shoving his hands in his pockets and just walking wherever his feet take him. He wanders past some strange weeds that he never looked at too hard and that make his nose feel stuffy, then continues on to the place where the RED Soldier almost got him the other day. There's a worm in the mud, just laying there, and Scout crouches down to stare at it, his arms resting atop his knees.
The worm wriggles for a while.
Then it stops.
It starts to rain.
"God fucking dammit," Scout bursts out, rising swiftly. He swipes his hat off and runs a hand through his strawberry blond hair, groaning. "There's nothing to do."
He grinds his front teeth together for a little while, and thinks about how uneven they all are. He licks his teeth, furrowing his brow when he thinks about how they're too big, and make him look like a fucking horse. He even has an overbite that his mom used to mention while she pinched his cheeks.
Scout shakes his head, shoving his hat back on. "Gotta stop thinking about Mom so much," he sighs, scratching his shoulder. It's then that he looks at the sewer he found Octospy in, and decides to go search through the thing. "I mean, if something like Octospy was in there, there's probably some more stuff, right?"
Scout looks at the worm. It wriggles.
"Right." He jogs back to BLU Base through the cold downpour to go get a flashlight.