Hector freezes up when Leo pushes him further into the commons, not daring to move another inch closer. Relieved to see the wild animal doesn’t chase after the Soldier, he stares at it again before looking to Dell. “…but how?”
Dell raises an eyebrow at the Pyro, doing his best to look confused. “How what? What’s ev’ryone bein’ so weird about t’day?”
Clyde gets his blood up at the sight of Hector, instinctively knowing Pyros to be the enemies of all Spies great and small. He snaps his claws threateningly, which the disguise technology thankfully translates into the crocodile illusion aggressively kneading the couch cushion. Unfortunately there’s nothing it can do to mask the distinctly un-crocodilian-like hiss the angry Spycrab directs at the RED.
Dell’s face twitches. Maybe Hector doesn’t know what kinds of sounds crocodiles are supposed to make.
Hector freezes again when the crocodile spots him, and oh god it doesn’t look happy. “NothingnevermindenjoyyourTV.” He takes off out the door before it can follow.
“Will do!” Dell waves cheerfully after Hector, quickly lowering his head and smothering his laughter in his hands once the Pyro’s gone. Wiping his eyes and trying to get himself under control, he grins at Clyde.
“Atta boy, Clyde. We should enjoy this while we can. It might not be pretty once someone checks their calendar.”