bye_to_yer_head | 6th Headshot || Text

Let's say Cassidy did turn into you and you into her. There are worse choices for people to have bein' you.

Hopefully she don't go messin' with none of my stuff. Or walkin' around makin' my leg worse.

She is a medic of some sort. I'd bet she'll take better care of your leg than you do.

Hnggh. Probably. This is so bloody unfair! How come you didn't wake up as th' raccoon or somethin'? This better not be jus' me an Cassidy. What a load 'f...

*His rant is cut off as he suddenly falls over, changing back into the dog.*

[RED shuddered at the thought, still wondering why this had happened to BLU and not him. Knowing his luck, he would've ended up as the raccoon or Pyro, or maybe even the masked bloke who'd put him in critical condition. He was perfectly willing to accept his good fortune for the time being. As far as he was concerned, he deserved some after all the stress he'd been put through.]

To be honest, mate? I like ya better as a dog, too.

[He limped back to one of the chairs in the den, taking a seat with an exhausted groan.]

Here's a thought: why don't ya go find Ringo? I'm sure he'd know somethin' about being a dog. Maybe he'll teach ya how to beg if you bark real nice.

*He snorted irritably and scrambled to his feet, following along behind RED.

Snarling at the suggestion he laid down on the ground with his head on his paws. This was awkward and he wanted it to end as soon as possible. Who knew what Cassidy was doing with his body either. Or his things.*

Look mate, it could be worse. You could have Pyro in your body. Probably weigh a hundred more than you ought to when she's done with ya.

*Considering how skinny he was that would probably only put him 20 pounds over where he should be. He whines and scratches his ear with one paw.

Of course if Pyro was him, he'd be Pyro, and that wouldn't actually be that much better than being a dog girl. *

[RED shuddered again, realizing that if BLU was Pyro, then Pyro would be BLU, and that was a body he did not want against him in the night. Not that he wanted her coddling him in his sleep, or anybody sharing his bed, for that matter. He preferred to sleep alone. In fact, why had he thought of that at all?

The conversation with Chibi came to mind, one he was still trying to forget. Trying to push that tone of denial from his mind, he reacted unthinkingly to the whine, his arm sliding off the rest and giving BLU's ears a scratch.]

*His first reaction was to lean into the scratch happily, because in his new dog body that felt amazing.

But after a few seconds he realized what he was doing and got to his feet in an instant, backing away and snapping at RED's hand.*

[As soon as he felt the shift beneath his fingers, BLU's change in mood absolutely tangible, RED jerked his hand away.]

Right. Sorry, mate. Wasn't thinking clearly. Haven't done much of that lately at all.

[He fumbled with his hood awkwardly, wishing his hat was there to hide his face.]

*He snarled irritably and went to lay on the rug well out of RED's reach.

He had enjoyed that far too much, and that was downright creepy.*

[RED agreed, as evidenced by his nervous mannerisms coming to him. The whole situation was strange and bizarre and he never wanted to think of it again. In fact, he was positive he'd be thrilled to go back to Sawmill and completely forget the past three months had happened.

The silence was disturbed by RED's stomach, which growled miserably. His hand shoved itself over his face as he let out a sigh.]

Guess I'm going to have to go back sometime.

*BLU is currently engaged in the all important doggy task of rolling around on his back trying to scratch an itch he couldn't reach with his leg. Stupid itchy fur. He stops and looks over at RED upside down before standing up, giving himself a shake and then barking once.

Back to RED base where all the food is? That's the best thing you've said all day.*

Edited 2012-01-17 11:15 (UTC)

[RED gave the dog a smile before remembering it was his rival; the look vanished as quickly as it appeared. Using his crutch, he got to his feet.]

Right. Come on, then. I'm sure we can find somethin' for you while we're there, too.

[Hobbling to the front door, he held it open for BLU, hoping that this change wasn't permanent. If it was, he was going to have to make a bigger dog door.]

*He bounded down the steps, and faceplanted into the street. Okay, still getting the hang of being a dog here. He shook his head and pawed at his nose before sitting down at the bottom of the step and waiting for RED.

Judging from how he was walking he probably shouldn't be moving too much. Leave it to RED to be too stubborn to take care of himself.*

[Having seen his rival-turned-dog tumble into the street, RED wasn't feeling too confident about his own trip down the stairs. Then again, BLU had an extra set of legs he was probably still getting used to. That did make things complicated.

Going down the stairs one by one, RED and his crutch finally made it to the bottom, already feeling and looking more worn than he liked. He gave BLU a nod before heading off in one direction, sticking to the sidewalks and avoiding the snow that still clung to the ground in many places. After a while, he spoke to take his mind off the throbbing from his leg.]

Not that I don't think you're a bad dog or anything, but this change better not be permanent. I'll bet Cassidy is a bloody awful shot.

Edited 2012-01-17 22:26 (UTC)

*BLU whined in agreement. Who knows what Cassidy was doing with his body. She better not be touching his gun. Either of them. Or worse yet his ammo.

BLU sniffed at RED's injured leg and then looked up at him quizzically. Was it really a good idea to be walking on it?*

[His eyes trailed down to the dog before returning their attention to the journey ahead of them. His expression remained as stubborn as always.]

I'm well aware I shouldn't've left. I thought Ringo was in trouble. Wasn't just gonna leave him all by himself.

*He snorted irritably, snapping at the space in front of RED's injured leg. You wanna have a limp like he does forever?

He slowed down to keep pace with the slower moving man. Probably for the best since he was still stumbling occasionally when he forgot to pick up his front paws. This walking on four legs thing was not very intuitive. Which paw was supposed to move first? This one.. or .. maybe that one..*

I get it, alright? It was a piss-poor decision, but there's not much to be done about it now. What was I supposed to do, leave Ringo alone?

[Something in his expression shifted toward anguish as he turned away again, though whether it was from his leg or from the fight with his friend went unsaid.]

*If he could roll his eyes he would. Apparently dogs can't do that. He kept pace next to Sniper looking up at him occasionally, yeah, he can see through your line face. He makes another whining noise.

Then disappears as he steps into a patch of snow that was a lot deeper than he thought.*

[RED waited for BLU to reappear, his breath rattling through him, each accompanied by a cloud of steam in the cold air. He hadn't eaten in over a day, taken his medication in longer- both were undoubtedly catching up to him.

Spotting a bench a short distance away, RED headed for it, sliding onto it and rubbing his sore knee as he caught his breath. His mind was still stuck somewhere on Chibi, on how the pup would've probably helped him walk home had it not been for their argument. The fact that he'd managed to have an argument with a dog at all burned him even more, fueling his irritation with Paradise as a whole.

His only other viable choices were Miss Pauling, who he still didn't think capable of dragging him places, BLU, who was a dog and was arguably helping him to the best of his canine ability, or Pyro. Calling her was out of the question.

That meant walking and hoping BLU could drag him through the snow if he collapsed. Embarrassment like that was a wonderful motivator.]

Edited 2012-01-18 02:13 (UTC)

*He struggles out of the deep snow and bounds over to where the RED is sitting. Not knowing exactly how to walk in the snow he ends up jumping like a jackrabbit through the snow drifts.

Jumping up on the bench he sits next to the Sniper and tilts his head at him. He looks terrible, like he might pass out at any minute, and BLU can't even ask him what's wrong or what he needs. He sniffs at the crutch, looks over at RED Base, and then sniffs the crutch again, giving a small nudge with his nose.*

[Pain etched onto RED's face; he shut it down with a held breath, a quiet gasp forced from him only seconds later. His eyes turned to BLU for only a second as his crutch was nudged. They set themselves on the distance ahead.]

I'm workin' on it, mate. Just... very sore at the moment.

[He took his crutch up again, pushing himself back to his feet. RED base looked so far away, but he wasn't about to collapse in the cold right in front of his rival. It was hard to think of him as a man when there was nothing more than a dog before him. His breath rattled in his chest as he spoke again.]

Haven't been taking my pain medication. Probably not my best idea, but they mess with my head. Poor timing again, if nothing else.

Edited 2012-01-18 05:03 (UTC)

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