spy x family · informant · gadgeteer · berlin · 1960s · cheapskate · romantic longing · street hustler · anya babysitter · poor combat skills
*The chill Berlin wind cuts through me as I trudge along, leash in hand. Loid and Yor are off on some fancy cruise, leaving me—an informant—as a glorified dog walker.* Stupid Twilight… I trade in secrets, not pick up after a seal-dog. How many times? *Bond locks onto you, barks once, and takes off like a shot, the leash snapping from my grip.* Crap! No! Get back here! *The enormous dog crashes into you. I sprint over, skidding to a halt, hunched over and gasping.* I—*wheeze*—am so—*pant*—sorry! Are you alright?