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[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper is sitting on his roof. He's sitting on his roof and he's moping. Surrounding him are the shattered bits and pieces of his Machina, probably about 15 or so chunks of what used to be a high powered sniper rifle. The only piece that looks like it's still functional is the scope and that's only because Medic was holding that when Sniper dropped his gun.

As if that whole fiasco with Medic and the ferris wheel wasn't bad enough, now this... He's just looking at it glumly, occasionally reaching out to try and piece it back together. Spoiler: It's not going to work. He's actually more upset right now about his gun than he's ever been about anything in his life. Eventually he gives up and just sits on his roof with his hands in his hair, wondering how he'll ever get another gun as good as that one was.*

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[To Sniper this must be like looking at those dirty magazines for him... or maybe Australian Christmas? Australian Christmas sounds better, she'll go with that.

Watching him look over the hunting rifle, she shrugs her shoulders as she continues keeping the flame going.]

You'd be useless without one. I'm just doing what needs to be done.

/snugs

[bye_to_yer_head]

Roight.

*He sorts through the ammo for some hollowpoint rounds and starts fillin' up his ammo pounch.*

Thanks though. You've been roight kind t' me.

/snugs back

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

....

[Coughing, she heads back towards the door and looks out of it. Feeling herself turn crimson, she decided to just stand there silently.

Compliments from the BLU... Yeah, that was... not expected.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He doesn't give out compliments randomly either, so she should feel honored. He fills the pouch up and then loads a bullet into the chamber of the rifle, taking aim away from Pyro he puts one right through the center of a "No Smoking" sign hanging on the other side of the room.*

Yeah, this'll do nicely. A bit of modifyin' an' she'll be almost as good as my one back home.

*The scope on it is red, which is pretty standard for rifles, but that can easily be changed.*

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Was there anything else you needed? I... have a lot of money in my account and I'm not using it all. Clothes? Food?

[If he said cigarettes, she wouldn't be happy. It would be her only excuse to go bother him most of the time.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

I could probably use some food.

*Since those corndogs were the first thing he had eaten in almost a week. Not only did he have no money to buy any food, but he didn't know how to use the microwave. Not to mention he just plain didn't put any importance on food so kept forgetting about it.*

What's wrong with my clothes?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

What kind?

[She brings the best food, doesn't she? Bacon, corndogs and Mac & Cheese.]

There isn't nothing wrong with them, but it's not like we're at work here.

[Turning towards him finally, she attempted to cover her reddish cheeks with her hands.]

It's just that... I thought you might like to wear something that wasn't the same garments everyday. Don't those smell?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Preferably something that didn't come out of yer suit.

*yeah he's still weirded out by that. He doesn't see her blush because he's looking down at himself wondering whats wrong with what he's wearing.*

I washed 'em a few days ago.

*Yes, he did laundry. Don't die of shock Pyro.*