9th Headshot || [Accidental Video]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*The comm clicks to life broadcasting a black screen with a tiny sliver of greyish light. The communicator is sitting on the floor, with a large, scaly, crocadog butt plopped right on top of it. There's a few seconds of this before the feed finally shows something mildly interesting. The crocadog gives a soft whine and waddles over toward another blackish blob on the couch.

Sitting in complete darkness lit only by a window, is the BLU Sniper, hunched over on the couch, facing the wall, gripped tightly in his hands is something shiny and silver, a thin chain hanging down from his fingers. When Tipsy whines and paws at him with her stubby leg, he reaches down and pats her head with a shaky hand, keeping a death grip on the precious item clenched in his other fist. A few pats for his faithful pet and then he reaches up with that hand to rub harshly at his eyes under his glasses. He heaves a sigh and picks Tipsy up, putting her on the couch next to him.

He hasn't noticed the comm has a little red blinking light on it now, recording him.*

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[meettheknife.livejournal.com]

[Spy is intrigued by the scene in front of him. He almost says something, then it occurs to him that his voice is the last thing a distraught Sniper needs. He doesn't need to ask what's going on, even someone less observant would be able to piece it together.

While he's grown used to both of the broody, grumpy Snipers, this is far from normal for the BLU man. He decides talking to him through the comm would be both awkward and embarrassing for the other man, so he heads over to his place and knocks on the door.

He's going to let him punch him in the face.]

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[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper debates about even answering it, content to let Tipsy run around barking squeakily at whatever is on the other side. But after a few moments he gets to his feet, shoving the chain back into his ammo pouch and pulling Tipsy away so she doesn't tear whoever it is to pieces.

Upon opening the door he just .. stares. That is not who he expected to see.*

G'day.

*He sounds totally drained.*

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[meettheknife.livejournal.com]

Bonjour! You look better zan usual today.

[He beams at the other before looking around to see what the barking is. Wow. That's new.]

Is zat an iguana? It is very fat.

May I come in?

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[bye_to_yer_head]

She ain't an iguana, she's a crocadog.

*As if Spy should know what that is. He picks her up so she doesn't do more damage to Spy's already messed up pants.*

What th' hell for?

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[meettheknife.livejournal.com]

Cro-ca-dog....?

[He shakes his head, he's seen stranger things. He's not going to admit he finds it kind of cute.]

Because I wanted to talk.

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[bye_to_yer_head]

Don't ask.

*He glares at Spy with all the strength he can muster, which admittedly isn't much right now, before stepping back to let Spy in. He gives Tipsy a head pat before locking her in the other room so she doesn't eat Spy.*

Of course you do.

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[meettheknife.livejournal.com]

But I am curious...

[He steps in and watches the dog, a little disappointed that he doesn't get a better look at it, but his suit has suffered enough.

Now he's going to stare expectantly at Sniper.]

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Sniper?

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[bye_to_yer_head]

*He startles at the sudden sound from nowhere, jumping off the couch and startling the crocadog. He groans and picks up the treacherous comm from the ground. A few clicks and he turns off the video feed.*

Yeah.

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Um...

It looks pretty dark in there. What are you doing? Is your power out? Do you need a light?

[She won't burn your house down, seriously.]

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[bye_to_yer_head]

I'm fine.

*Not that that's what she asked or anything.*

I have a light, thanks. It's jus' not on.

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

So you were sitting in the darkness for no reason?

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[bye_to_yer_head]

................ That's roight.

*Sure, that's believable. *

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Somehow, I cannot believe you.

[stars-reject.livejournal.com]

Holy shit, man. What's up? You look like you feel like shit.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Glaring at the screen. Stupid piece of crap communicator.*

I'm fine.

[stars-reject.livejournal.com]

Your ass looks like it needs some comforting from a sweet little gal I call whiskey.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Hn. I've got some scotch. 'Ave a feelin' that'll jus' make it worse.

*You know.. that thing that's not wrong in the first place.*

[stars-reject.livejournal.com]

Ain't nothin' alcohol won't solve... for awhile.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Guess that's true.

Why th' hell do you care anyway? I'm not gonna get drunk an' wrestle a crocodile if that's what yer hopin' fer.

[hasstandards]

[Don't think RED didn't see this. After taking a minute to figure out what he was looking at, he recognized the chain and closed the feed without a word. There are some things better left unaddressed, especially between professional rivals.]

[dontgetfooled.livejournal.com]

(Ring ring ring bananaphone)

[bye_to_yer_head]

*After a small wrestling match to get the comm away from a playful crocadog Sniper finally answers.*

G'day? *Stare.* Truckie?

[dontgetfooled.livejournal.com]

(Engineer diplomatically doesn't mention how he accidentally saw Sniper being emo moping.)

Hey, Slim. I could use a drink or three, considerin' what's been goin' on. How about you?

[bye_to_yer_head]

That sounds like a roight fine idea t' me. Not even gonna pretend I ain't happy t' see another BLU 'round these parts.

*And one that isn't a woman or a deranged Pyro.*