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Well, wasn’t this familiar. It didn’t help that Bruce was roughly the same height as the man she was hiding across the world from.
For each step the Sniper took, she now took an extra one in the other direction. With hands bundled up to her chest as if to shield herself, her voice is very wobbly when she replies.
Bruce huffs, dissatisfied with the submissive and shaken response. He backs down with a rolling shrug of the shoulders,
"You’re a real mess." There’s a judgmental tone in his voice, as if she’s somehow disappointed him.
"Just know, I won’t be so nice if we meet durin’ battle." Because threateningly invading someone’s space is nice, apparently.
|Posted on October 14 with 5 notes||Reblog||#australianengineering #IC|
[[ My birthday is this weekend so be prepared for me to be even less active coming saturday and sunday. ]]
|Posted on October 14 with 1 note||Reblog||#OOC|
The Spy blinked, having not expected him to so easily take her offer without any sort of groaning. The bag was a little heavy, but she heaved it over her own shoulder and followed him. He was heading far from her room, but she supposed he preferred it away from the others. She had tried to accomplish the same, but an irritating Spy had decided to take the room practically beside hers.
"F7," she murmured, frowning slightly. Yes, it certainly wasn’t a set-up like before, but at least they each had their own space. No pesky significant others showing up unannounced, no being locked out of the room due to said significant other, no random bouts of alcoholism that spread empty beer bottles about the floor…
Somewhere deep in her mind, she kind of missed the company, but she would never admit it.
"Did you have anything else you need carried in?"
"Yeah. I’ve still got a trunk in my RV that needs t’ be brought in n’ a few weapons, but that can wait for a bit." He opens the room door, taking a few steps in and looking around. It’s small. Well, not as small as it feels, but when one lives on the road any stationary living quarters are going to feel small. At least there’s a window. Remembering himself, he stands aside to let his old roommate follow in.
"You can put the bag on the bed for now." He motions with the arm in the sling, it must not be as hurt as it appears for him to keep moving around so much.
He continues the personal tour of the room, sauntering around the space like a caged animal before sitting at the desk chair, both to settle himself and test the comfort of the seat.
"S’ be a while, mate. M’ guessin’ you’d like a catch up a bit?" Bruce smiles, leaning to prop his non-cradled arm across his knees, a child at story time. He’s really the one that wants to catch up.
|Posted on October 14 with 16 notes||Reblog||#spies never compromise #IC|
|Posted on October 13 with 919 notes||Reblog||#TF2 #TF2 Sniper|
Battle Results [ October 6 - October 10 ]
Winning team: Reliable Excavation Demolition.
- Holden Fitzpatrick
- Dr.Cabhan O’Shea
- Finnigan Strickland
- Sheila O’Kelly
- Dalton Smith
|Posted on October 11 with 4 notes||Reblog||#pl upward base|
Track Name: Feeling Good
Album: Origin of Symmetry
Feeling Good - Muse
One of the greatest songs to ever grace our speakers, brilliantly covered by one of the most revolutionary bands on the face of this planet.
|Posted on October 11 with 970 notes||Reblog||#music|
[[ Hey let’s play the “Bruce’s mod is drinking let’s see how long they can keep typing coherently” game! ]]
|Posted on October 10 with 2 notes||Reblog||#OOC #[[ I have alcohol~ ]]|
I LOVE YOU TOO FUCKBISCUIT.
shit I wanst’ supposed to reply…. fuck it I don’t care, ive been drinking.
|Posted on October 10 with 1 note||Reblog||#ilu I love all of you guys #Anonymous #Ask|
|Posted on October 10 with 42,127 notes||Reblog|
As the Sniper steps towards her, the girl visibly tenses and takes a step backwards to put the distance between them once more.
"I-it’s a p-pretty quiet b-base," Sheila murmured, her stammer worse than usual in light of the tension. "M-most ‘f us seem t’ b-be, uh… ‘C-Colourblind’."
"That’s a good thing t’ you? Bein’ all buddy-buddy with the blokes that look forward t’ splatterin’ your insides across the battlefield?" He takes another step, imposing his towering demeanor over the little BLU engineer.
"I think it’s bloody stupid of ya."
|Posted on October 9 with 5 notes||Reblog||#australianengineering #IC|