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[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper has already woken up and recovered his clothes and most importantly his gun and kukri. Now there's a video feed of him turning the 3STP over and over in his hands, clearly he has no idea which side to talk into.*

Bloody oath. How th' hell does this doovalacky work?

*He settles on just glaring at the thing hoping that it'll work for him.*

Anyone at base hear me? If yoir all on th' cart woulda been noice t' give me the heads up.

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[bye_to_yer_head]

'course he won't. The only person who can stand th' little ankle biter is his mum.

*He is not exactly pleased with the thought of living in a room with walls that isn't on wheels. But it's not .. terrible.*

Guess this'll do.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

I've always wanted to ask a BLU what sort of second hand embarrassment they must feel with the RED Spy having relationships with the Scout's mother.

[He's not a very picky man? That's...good.]

Are you sure?

If you can tell me what you're looking for, I can keep a lookout for you. I can't promise I can find it though.

[Aren't you sweet, Pyro.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Yoid have t' ask Scout. It's noit my mum, an' I don't give a rats arse what that bloody backstabbing spook does when he's noit on the field.

*Go ahead, make a joke about the camper.*

I...... I'm noit really sure. Havn't lived in a roight proper house in a while.

*Then he frowns again. He shouldn't have said that, especially not to a RED.*

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Pyro just laughs, she knows Snipers have the best reasons for hating Spies.]

It takes some getting used to. It's strange not living on base.

[She doesn't expect a thing, or if she does...she doesn't say anything.]

I've been here for over half a year now, sometimes I can't help but wonder if I'll ever return. Other REDs have come and gone, yet I still remain. I never get to go home...

[She almost sounds a little sad about it but quickly changes her tone to something more cheerful.]

But in a way, I guess it's fine. My Engineer is here with me and Hana-chan and Jell-O keep me company.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Half a year? That's a long time t' be away from work.

*And that's about as sympathetic as it gets for Sniper.*

Least yoi 'ave someone you recognize. Who isn't Scout.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

I'm not rusty.

[She sounded a bit defensive there.]

If you keep your hopes up, maybe you'll be lucky enough to have one of the 'spooks' show up.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Noit what I meant.

*His glare deepens. Always with the threat of Spies.*

That'd be some piss poor luck on my part.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Good, because I was looking for someone who might be equal to me in a melee battle. Your knife against my axe someday, how about it?

[When he glares at her, she just laughs and backs away a little.]

Don't worry, don't worry! Daijoubou! There was one here, but he's gone now.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Pyro would chop him into bloody bits and he know it.*

Axe versus a knoife's not really a fair match mate. Yoid have twice the reach I do.

*Even with his long lanky arms. He looks marginally happier when she mentions there's no Spies lurking around.*

That's th' best news yoi've told me yet.

oh dear, double meanings

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure your blade is bigger then mine. It'll equal out...unless you're scared.

[That whole body of yours is pretty dang lanky. You have height on her by at least a whole head.]

Consider it an early birthday present.

Re: oh dear, double meanings

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Pyro, if you were talking to anyone but Sniper he would havd had so much fodder forever with that statement. However he'll be polite.*

Course it is.

*Then again. Maybe not.*

Can't promise I won't hurt yoi. Not used t' fighting RED's without makin' 'em bleed.*

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Penis jokes would be lost on her, seriously. The only thing that will hurt her feelings is if you say she has a huge ass or needs to lose some weight.]

Nothing to worry about then.

I doubt you'll hurt me much--and that's why Sensei is here if I need healing. We may not be getting paid to fight each other, but I'm still cautious with many of the residents here for a good reason and like to stay in shape.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sensei?

Roight. Well maybe later. When I've had a chance t' sharpen me knoife.

*And to make sure this room you led him to isn't filled with traps.*

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Sensei is Medic.

I'm looking forward to it. Now don't go hole yourself up and never come out.

[She quite clearly knows the natural habitat of a Sniper.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Medic huh? I see.

*Shut up, that's exactly what he's doing.*

None 'f yoir buisness what I do.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Maybe not, but I'd prefer not to find your dead body holed up in this place smelling like piss and coffee. You have to eat sometimes...and I mean real food, nothing weird.

[Pyro sounds like a mother but in truth, Pyro just knows that her own Sniper likes to eat really weird shit (it's a bushman thing).]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Pyro, do not leave this man alone. He will go catch rats and then cook them over a fire he starts in the living room with remnants of the coffee table.*

I'm noit going t' die an' I know how to feed myself. Lived on my own most of my life yoi realize.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Really? I would say otherwise.

[Shrugging her arms and tossing her hands up in the air, she laughed.]

I'm pretty sure I could pick you up with one arm, beanstalk. Sometimes I don't even know how you can hold your own rifle up.

[Is she calling him a scrawny weakling? Yes.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Did you miss his line face? Because here's more line face.*

Don't yoi even think about it.

Btw, you totally need to see this and hnghhh: http://youtu.be/AbTDoykk3AU

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

I've already thinking about it, too late.

[The line face does nothing to scare her away.]

Ahahaaaaa... his grumpy face.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He hasn't seen her freakish man arms so he doesn't think she could pick him up. Though he probably weighs less than her flamethrower.*

Soinds loike a good way t' get me t' stab yoi in the throat.

Love his grumpy face. XD

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Why? Afraid I'll throw you from up high and let you brain matter splatter all over the cement?

[Taking a step closer, she totally teases him by extending her arms out and making grabby hands towards him.

Whoever said Pyro was scary and insane was wrong. More like playful and insane....and scary.]

He's in his underware a lot more thrn I would expect Sniper to be...

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He doesn't move, but if she gets much closer she'll find a kukri at her neck.*

I wouldn't let yoi get close enough.

And yoi couldn't pick me up, let alone throw me somewhere.

XD Agreed.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

I disagree.

[Looking around the apartment, Pyro looks for something she assumes is about as heavy as this man. Looking at a large wooden table of sorts, the woman goes over to it and begins to crouch down.

Once underneath it, she places one hand firmly on the upper bottom part of the table and lifts it up off the ground with a proud grin on her face. Pointing at him with her empty hand, she shakes her head.]

Told you.

This icon is the face he would be making if he showed emotions ever.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Holy shit. Ignore him as he backs the fuck away.*

Alroight, maybe yoi could.