7th Headshot || Video

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper appears on the feed, human again and smoking, a bottle of beer on the table in front of him. So what that it's before noon? Who cares.*

Glad that nonsense is over with. Thought I'd let th' lot 'f you know I'm gonna be gone for a few days, so you don't think that bloody spook killed me or nothin'. But I uh.. seem t' be missin' some 'f my stuff. Cassidy? You seen an ammo pouch? 'Bout this big *He holds his hands about four inches apart.* Leather an' full 'f ammo?

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[meettheknife.livejournal.com]

Zen we will 'ave to make our own fun.

[bye_to_yer_head]

We?

This truce don't go so far as t' me invitin' you over for drinks or nothin'.

[meettheknife.livejournal.com]

I don' want to drink your piss.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Eugh. Why th' hell would you think that?

[meettheknife.livejournal.com]

It seemed like somezhing you would do.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Don't pretend loike ya know me.

[meettheknife.livejournal.com]

I don' 'ave to pretend.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Roight. Yer jus' an expert on Sniper's are ya?

[meettheknife.livejournal.com]

It is no' like you are some enigmatic riddle.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Hn.

*Well, he can't really contest that.*

Well I don't drink piss, or Jarate.

[meettheknife.livejournal.com]

Zat is good to 'ear.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Any other little tidbits about my loife you think you know, you can keep t' yerself.

[meettheknife.livejournal.com]

Who else would I tell?

[bye_to_yer_head]

I'm jus' sayin'.

*He's wondering why he even bothered to talk to Spy.*

[meettheknife.livejournal.com]

Alright, understood.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Good.

*And with that he's gonna hang up. Pleasant conversations with Spy weird him out.*