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Sparrow has worked long enough in this line of business to know that she doesn't want Robin to miss out on the greater things in life than this life-threatening job. Robin tends to burn herself out, and very much follows Sparrow in her footsteps, she really looks up to her after all.
Her attention seems to have been fixed on two recurring enemy spies, seeing how they ambitiously work against each other, including the greys. She has even had her own encounters with them, negiotiating some secret peace to avoid conflict, they're quite charming actually...

"C'mon, tell me! Tall and handsome? Can't be Finch now, can it?" Sparrow said with a grin, tilting her head to the side. Robin grimaced in disgust, shaking her head at the thought of his snarky voice. "No, no! God, no! I'd rather get impaled than spend another minute with that guy... It's complicated.", she said with a sigh. Robin crossed her arms and looked away, making sure no one nearby was listening.
"There's this guy, um... guy's I mean-", she tried her best, but already managed to make it sound weird. Sparrow furrowed her brow at the sudden change, leaning in a bit on the desk to listen closer. "-and, I've met them a couple times. They're very charming actually!" she spat out hastily, trying to say it as fast as possible. Sparrow squinted seriously, analysing her face as she nodded to let her know she was listening, quickly going back to a much friendlier expression. "So, you know the names of these 'guys'?" she asked. "U-Uhm, actually, I don't. It's kind of, secret?" she said sheepisly, leaning back in her office chair. What remained of Sparrow's warm expression was now gone, putting down a gloved hand on the cold desk. She darted her eyes around the room and open door before leaning in close as casually as possible, so close only Robin would hear it. "You're in love with other spies, aren't you? I can tell.", she whispered. Robin gasped, making a strange gesture of hand motions in disagreement of her question. "No, it's not like that! They're not like the rest, they're even some of the top ones in their league! And I'm not in love, it's just a stupid crush!!-", she held her mouth, knowing she had said too much. Sparrow raised an eyebrow, now looking like she was actually interrogating the enemy, really getting into her work-role. She could cut with the amount of sharpness in her eyes, burning it through Robin's skull. She rested her head in her hand while letting her warm smile grow big. "Don't worry, honey. I've had my fair share of relationships with enemy spies, it's nothing new here.", she said with a smirk, pulling out a cigarette. Robin sighed in relief, having melted down into her office chair. Feeling a little less embarassed, and not so much in trouble anymore. Sparrow opened a window while taking a drag out of her elegant cigarette holder, leaning against the wall. "So, who's your favourite out of the two?"
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Description
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Sparrow has worked long enough in this line of business to know that she doesn't want Robin to miss out on the greater things in life than this life-threatening job. Robin tends to burn herself out, and very much follows Sparrow in her footsteps, she really looks up to her after all.
Her attention seems to have been fixed on two recurring enemy spies, seeing how they ambitiously work against each other, including the greys. She has even had her own encounters with them, negiotiating some secret peace to avoid conflict, they're quite charming actually...

"C'mon, tell me! Tall and handsome? Can't be Finch now, can it?" Sparrow said with a grin, tilting her head to the side. Robin grimaced in disgust, shaking her head at the thought of his snarky voice. "No, no! God, no! I'd rather get impaled than spend another minute with that guy... It's complicated.", she said with a sigh. Robin crossed her arms and looked away, making sure no one nearby was listening.
"There's this guy, um... guy's I mean-", she tried her best, but already managed to make it sound weird. Sparrow furrowed her brow at the sudden change, leaning in a bit on the desk to listen closer. "-and, I've met them a couple times. They're very charming actually!" she spat out hastily, trying to say it as fast as possible. Sparrow squinted seriously, analysing her face as she nodded to let her know she was listening, quickly going back to a much friendlier expression. "So, you know the names of these 'guys'?" she asked. "U-Uhm, actually, I don't. It's kind of, secret?" she said sheepisly, leaning back in her office chair. What remained of Sparrow's warm expression was now gone, putting down a gloved hand on the cold desk. She darted her eyes around the room and open door before leaning in close as casually as possible, so close only Robin would hear it. "You're in love with other spies, aren't you? I can tell.", she whispered. Robin gasped, making a strange gesture of hand motions in disagreement of her question. "No, it's not like that! They're not like the rest, they're even some of the top ones in their league! And I'm not in love, it's just a stupid crush!!-", she held her mouth, knowing she had said too much. Sparrow raised an eyebrow, now looking like she was actually interrogating the enemy, really getting into her work-role. She could cut with the amount of sharpness in her eyes, burning it through Robin's skull. She rested her head in her hand while letting her warm smile grow big. "Don't worry, honey. I've had my fair share of relationships with enemy spies, it's nothing new here.", she said with a smirk, pulling out a cigarette. Robin sighed in relief, having melted down into her office chair. Feeling a little less embarassed, and not so much in trouble anymore. Sparrow opened a window while taking a drag out of her elegant cigarette holder, leaning against the wall. "So, who's your favourite out of the two?"
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