4th Headshot || Action

[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.*

Comments

[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.*