notintehkitchen | o hay I'm actually bein a dude lol Pyro x Sniper IT'S A TRAP

Sniper pulled the door open, revealing the interior of his camper: the floor was relatively clear, most of his crates and commodities having been shoved to the sides or into the alcove that housed his bed. On a rack on the wall sat his gun, resting just above another rifle of his -- a trained eye would identify it as the Sydney Sleeper. As for his clothing, he'd had enough time to change into a clean outfit, the bloodstained shirt and waterlogged pants from the day's work hanging over a wire that ran the length of the room.

"It's Sniper," he corrected as he stepped aside, making room for Pyro to pass as he adjusted his hat, his eyes on the food rather than the cook.

Snipes sounded way cuter, she didn't fight him but she didn't take note of his correction much either. "So, I brought tacos, bacon and beer." There might be some of Scout's soda in there too, she had never tried it but there was a first time for everything. Drinking was something she steered away from in front of others because alcohol could make one say a lot of things they'd regret later.

Going over to the table and placing everything out, Pyro was a pretty good cook when it came to making food outside her country. She preferred the stuff anyways, it was more hearty. With everything spread out, she even set the napkins and drinks out neatly. It was out of habit, food was too enjoyable to just eat it without appreciating it.

"There. All ready!" Giving him a thumbs up, she sat down and waited for him. It would be polite to wait for him to dig in first. Until then, she was still all smiles. Maybe too friendly, the aura around Pyro could be blinding at times. She was a good girl.

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Sniper, too, waited for his companion to eat before digging in; when it became apparent he was the one being waited on, he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Right. Thanks, mate."

He opened himself a beer, trying to give himself another moment to think of what they could talk about. He wasn't much of a conversationalist, and while he had things on his mind, he wasn't sure they were subjects he wanted to discuss with a teammate.

"So, ah..." He glanced back to Pyro, that friendly smile off-putting in its own way. "Sorry. Don't get guests often."

"Nah, it's alright. I kind of get the feeling that you like your alone time quite a bit." Hopefully that hadn't been rude, just in case she did her best to reassure him. "It's just an observation, I sort of notice these things out of habit. People's patterns of walking and running, the sound their footsteps make, the way they carry themselves, the preciseness of their voice... I guess it comes with the job."

Taking a few bites, she chewed thoughtfully. "Still. I'm a little envious of you. I've been here for four years and I can't handle my shotgun properly yet. It's mere luck when I get someone with it. I'm just no good, I'm better at getting into close range--I don't think such a weapon suits a Pyro."

"It doesn't, really," Sniper agreed, taking another sip of his beer. He was grateful his glasses had a fair amount of reflectivity, helping hide his eyes as he glanced over and away at his teammate. He'd seen the scars on Pyro's face in passing -- there was no way he couldn't have seen them in the years they'd worked together, even if Pyro was behind a mask a lot of the time -- but to see them closely in what might have been the only private conversation they'd ever had was something else.

There was a moment's pause as he thought about how that statement could be taken -- rudely -- so he clarified. "Though I guess ya gotta have something for when you can't use that flamethrower of yours."

Despite the scars there was something about Pyro being combined with the gender male that didn't exactly fit. Pyro could never be found shaving, she had her own personal shower room with the excuse she didn't want anyone to be disgusted with her body and her face was pretty if anything in terms of attractiveness. No one was going to call Pyro handsome unless they had really strange tastes.

"The axe is fine. I'd preferably like to support you and Engie if I can instead of use a gun in times like those. That would be more useful." Taking another bite, she placed a hand on her scarred chin and threw something out that had been bugging her for awhile. "Maybe it's just me, but... do you ever feel we are actually fighting something? I don't really know if what we do even has a point." Pyro was probably just being a crazy tinfoil hat but that they did the same thing day in and day out and were permitted to respawn instead of just die was so strange.

There was a pause before Sniper answered, and in the silence, he caught himself watching Pyro again, his glasses helping hide the fact that he was staring. He had soft features for a lad, Sniper thought as his eyes traced the scars that framed Pyro's face, following along his fingers and around his chin. He wondered if those scars had been the result of an accident, or put there on purpose.

Scars told stories -- each of his own did, after all. Some were marks of victory, while others told tales of defeat. He wasn't proud of the ones on his back in the least, as all they said was that he'd been bested by too many Spies in his time with RED.

He felt his gut turn uncomfortably, and he licked the dryness from his lips as he cast his eyes away again. Why had he been staring? That wasn't proper, and he knew better. "I don't care if it's got a point," he replied finally, "so long as we're gettin' paid. S'just a job."

It was a rather typical response she'd expect to hear from most of her comrades. Waving a hand in front of her, she then winked at him. "Somehow, I knew you would say that and I don't blame you. Your head is still that of a normal human in terms of how the world works. But as for me..." She bit down on her lip as thought, it didn't take too long to find the right words.

"What's the point of having all that money? Life isn't fun if you can have whatever you want! You don't have anything to truly keep you going! As long as I have food, I don't mind giving the rest of my money away to people who really need it!" And that's what she did, at first she had burned a lot it but after seeing how money burned for the millionth time she thought of doing something unselfish and donating it to kids that probably had sad, poor lives like she did.

She wondered if that sounded like she was bragging and immediately apologized. "Sorry, I'm not trying to make you feel bad. I just sit around a lot and thought that if I could go what I want without being sent to the crazy house AND feed my belly, then my need for money was gone. Someone else can have that stuff." Yes, money was stuff. Stuff was a word that was uttered with no care in the world.

"Hn," he grunted noncommittally, taking a bite to keep himself distracted from that prickling feeling crawling up his arms and to the back of his neck. He rubbed at the back of his head, catering a nervous habit.

"Awful altruistic, but I can't say I know many blokes who'd do that. I send most of mine to my parents. I don't need much money myself."

"That's nice of you to do too. Taking care of your parents..." She was hiding how she truly felt about parents with a winning poker faced smile. Pyro was a master. "You were brought up right, you must really like your parents too if you send them so much of your earnings." Taking a huge bite of a taco, she then looked him briefly in the eyes and said words that got a little lost in translation.

"I really admire you. You are sweet." What type of guy called another guy sweet?

"I'd like it better if they appro..."

He trailed off, bringing his eyes up and onto his teammate as his own chewing slowed. He feigned deafness, as what he thought he heard absolutely wasn't something he expected. "What's that?"

Blinking, she wondered what she did wrong. On instinct, she questioned herself if she had said something that might of been more feminine then masculine.

"Oh. I don't know. Sorry, I'm pretty okay with this language but maybe I misused some word." Rubbing the back of her head, Pyro got a face redder then usual. It wasn't only her scars that were making her face that pink color anymore...

"Maybe I'm not as good with English as I thought. Hahahaha."

"Right," Sniper returned with a shrug, trying to look less bothered by it than he was. Not that he minded being admired -- what he did was admirable. He was a professional, a top-notch assassin. He had a good job, and was good at it, and on top of it all, he was Australian. What wasn't worth admiring?

It was the 'sweet' part that got him. English wasn't Pyro's first language, he reminded himself, trying to ignore how red the lad's face turned when he said that. The lad didn't strike him as the friendly sort, after all.

Not that Sniper wanted to think about being friendly. That was none of his business. He had no interest in that, or in what his teammates did in their leisure time. He had better standards than that.

"S'not the first time one of you blokes got lost in translation," he continued, trying to get his mind off the previous line of thought. "Can understand Spy half the bloody time as it is."

"I don't blame you. Spy's accent is rather strong. I have better luck in part to growing up hearing the language around me." Holding the can in both of her hands, she smiled down at it thoughtfully. "After the war... I saw Americans around quite a bit, my parents said they were scary and I shouldn't get near them but they were always kind and patting my head. Sometimes, they even gave me some sweets. So... I don't think I could hate Americans. I don't want to hate Westerners in general or someone based on the color of their skin. That is not a choice a person is given when they are born so I don't understand the hate. I wasn't really even born until the very end of the war... and yet going into town I do hear some rather unpleasant things said underneath people's breath in part to me being Japanese."

Looking out the window, she made a vague gesture towards it. "Do you think you could hate your comrades now after being exposed to them so much? We may look a little different or speak different but what matters most--" She placed a hand on her heart. "is the same in all people."

Sniper rubbed the back of his head, bringing his beer to his lips. "I don't know. Don't really think too hard on that stuff, honestly."

And it was something he didn't particularly want to think about. He'd been with RED for some years, and couldn't help that some of his comrades had worked their way under his skin. He'd been standoffish and a loner, but it was hard not to get at least a little attached to men you fought beside day in and day out. They might not have really died on the battlefield thanks to the respawn, but it certainly felt like they'd saved his life a time or two. While he wouldn't claim they were friends, he admittedly didn't mind their company at times, either.

Bah, attachments. Those were how the job got dangerous, and they were best left out of the workplace. He took a swig of his beer, keeping his eyes off Pyro, as though they'd betray him and tell the lad the truth. "I'm used to workin' alone. Prefer it that way."

"You can't work entirely alone without me." She chimed in and laughed. Oh, she didn't want things to get all somber when she was trying to talk to a comrade off-duty. Was she trying to be true friends with Sniper? Maybe.

"I see... hm." Thinking back on how Sniper had saved her from Scout, she then decided that talking about pretty girls might be a safe bet in terms of what men liked. What guy didn't like girls? Except for those guys.

"So, have you seen any cute girls in town?" Pyro could tell a story or two about what her mistaken identity had done to females in the nearest town over. Some girl was always pinching her cheek or trying to kiss her while telling her how cute she was. Couldn't they use handsome instead? Cute wasn't what a girl trying to be a boy wanted to hear.

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Well, that was certainly a subject change. Sniper nearly choked on his beer, his eyes turning to Pyro as he wondered for a split second if the lad was a mind reader. Not that he'd been seriously thinking about relationships, of course -- it had simply been a passing thought, one his mother had likely put there that he hadn't shaken.

"Nah," he answered plainly, setting his bottle on the table. "Not particularly looking, either."

"Why not? It can't hurt to have a little fun." Pyro could imply but she wouldn't go as full out as Scout did with her. She knew sex was a big thing for males and when all of them lived on base with no female other then the one disguised as a boy...

"I know this place in town where I think you'd be pretty popular. There's a nice waitress there that would go crazy over you probably." Waving her hand in front of her face, she then winked. "She's actually really pretty, I told her I would introduce her to some of my co-workers someday. Not that I can actually go too deep into what we do--but, well."

His hand went to his hat, pushing it down over his face. "I've got a career to focus on, Pyro. And so do you."

He sighed, prodding the food in front of him. "Me mum's always askin' when I'm gonna settle down. My parents don't understand that I'm a bloody professional, one who doesn't have time for gallivanting around with some American sheila."

"I know, but you have to balance it out a bit by having some fun." Frowning, she crossed her arms. At the comment about American girls, Pyro pondered if he didn't like the ladies here.

There had to be something she could do to help him relax but how could she? It was nice seeing Sniper smile in the rare times he did, if she helped could he do that more often?

"Um." Pausing, she closed her eyes and focused on the situation at hand. Or she thought she had, really the next words that escaped her mouth should of never been said in the first place.

"I have a cousin that lives somewhat around here..."

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He raised an eyebrow at Pyro, his eyes flicking to his teammate.

"You do?"

"Yeah, I do." If that cousin happened to be her. As much as she hated lying, wasn't it her duty to make sure people like Sniper and Engineer were in tip-top shape and happy with their lives? She was doing this because it was her job, there wasn't any other ulterior motive to bringing up a fake cousin.

"If you want, I could plan for you two to meet over something casual."

Sniper grunted. "I just said I'm not—"

Well, he'd said he wasn't interested in an American sheila, and given that Pyro was some kind of Easterner -- he recalled the lad mentioning Japan -- that meant his cousin likely would be, too. He needed a different excuse.

Another sigh. "I've got a job to do. I'm not lookin' to meet a girl just to appease me mum."

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"I understand that, but there is downtime. Maybe you two could be friends." As she pushed a little harder, she began to wonder what it was that made her do it. This would truthfully be out of her territory of work. Yet... she still was persistent in wanting to do something about it. Pyro confused herself.

She had a thought, there was a picture that she had carried of her past self ever since arriving in the states. It was a past her that could never come to fruition again unless she gave up the lifestyle she loved. If she went back to being a woman... could she even do that? Biting down on her lip, she reached into her jacket and searched about. Feeling a slick piece of paper, Pyro pulled it out and pushed it towards him while looking away.

It was her, but it was not her as she was now. Long black hair, smooth ivory white skin and dressed up in her high school uniform holding her diploma with a smile and a peace sign. With her pretty boy disguise, she could pass it off as her fake cousin.

At least she hoped.

"What do you think? This was her a few years back, she hasn't changed much."

Realizing he wasn't getting out of this so easily and figuring there was no harm in looking, Sniper took the picture, not noticing how Pyro averted his eyes.

He had to admit to himself immediately that he could see the relation between Pyro and his cousin: they certainly did look alike. Same features, same eyes -- all that seemed to be missing were some inches on the hair and the burn marks that covered his teammate's face. Seeing someone with a similar face, save for the scars, only served to reinforce that feeling Sniper got in his gut when he eyed his teammate for too long: it encouraged him to steal another glance, to try to endear himself to Pyro. He wasn't sure of the word for it, but he absolutely wasn't about to call it 'attraction.'

It wasn't that, he assured himself. That was not a word to use when talking about another bloke.

He looked back toward Pyro, then to the picture, eyeing it a little longer this time. The lad seemed insistent, and it wasn't as through she wasn't good-looking. Maybe if he told is mother he'd gone on a date, she'd ease off the pressure on him to settle down. It would at least look like he was trying.

"She's, er..." He fumbled with his hat. "She's not sore on the eyes, I'll tell you that."

Sorry for the delay!

Same here

I AM TRASH. PLEASE FORGIVE ME.

Classic Pyro confirmed for woman OUR CHANCES ARE HIGHER THEN EVER, FUCK YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR

I WAS SO STOKED WHEN I SAW THAT.

Me too and I should be done being sloooooooooooowpoke

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