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

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."

God in heaven or Buddha or whatever high existence, how did this work? The corner of her mouth twitched when she realized the compliment about her fake cousin was actually about a her that could of been--may have been and yet, she would not be here at this moment if she had kept those looks.

Laughing nervously, she got up and patted him on the shoulder. Was it hot in here? She was sweating and she was certain no flames were about. "Oh! Right, right! I'd never try to hook you up with some dumpy girl!" Like herself now, the one that pretended to be a boy. She could never come out and just say, Guess what, Sniper? I'm a girl. Surprise?! That wasn't allowed. She had been put here for experimentation and worked both with Medic and the higher-ups to see if her fellow comrades as men would be drawn to her despite the disguise. Biologically, Pyro was still a girl and men had instinct. But would that instinct really drive them to lust over a man? However that idea came into fruition, she didn't know. But she was here now doing what she loved thanks to it.

"I'm better then that."

Except now, you really got me feeling pretty crummy... I already know the fake me won't be around forever.

Giving a thumbs up, she winked and then began to step backward toward the door. "Uh. I'll go phone my cousin, are you okay with setting something up? Hell, she probably wouldn't even mind some of your bushmen thing, she is kind of an outdoors girl..." Pyro did like the forest... it wasn't a lie...

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"I don't know, mate. I don't know much about, um." He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to think of a better way to admit he wasn't very versed in the art of dating. He could hit a mark from nearly a mile away on a clear day, but talking to women was just beyond him. He'd never really practiced it.

He started cleaning up the table, packing up the plates and food, hoping the busyness helped cover for his inability to express his thoughts. "I know it's not a date, but -- wait, it's not a date, is it?"

"I suppose maybe we should call it a blind date?" No, no, NOOOOOOOO. She had never been on a date in her life. All she had ever done was held hands with another man and that had been nerve-wrecking enough. Sure, now she grabbed people all the time but it was different because she didn't harbor romantic feelings towards them--Okay, FINE. Maybe Engineer, but she had lived with it because she assumed old men were probably married and there was never going to be a big reveal to the rest of the team.

Her mind was screaming while her heart told her to continue. It is for the good of another person! For a comrade! For a friend!

Beating at her chest once with a clenched fist, she continued to back off. It was going to be hard to get any of her friends in the small town to understand she wanted to dress like a woman for some reason and required a bra and stockings to go along with a dress. What about make-up?

She had not been a woman in four years. FOUR YEARS.

"Don't worry. Just be yourself. You know, you are pretty cool because you are all loner and mysterious like! That vibe! I think girls like something like that-- and when you play hard to get. Make it a game! Don't give in too easy!" Please shoot her now, she was the last one to give love advice.

"S'not the same as bein' on the hunt," he noted, not wanting to think of it as a game in the least. He had to admit that it was odd for Pyro to be both complimenting him and giving him dating advice -- the lad was the last person he'd ever thought he'd be talking with about women, and yet, here they were. Pyro seemed so adamant he go on this date, too. Sniper sighed -- he did owe Pyro for watching his back, and he did want his mother to stop henpecking him about how he wasn't getting any younger and that he might like some people if he just tried to get to know them.

And well... Pyro's cousin did seem like a right beaut from the picture. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

He couldn't help but feel a little bolstered from Pyro's encouragement, too. "But you know? I shouldn't worry. S'just a woman. S'not as though it's anything serious. And maybe Mum'll get off my back if I tell her I went out with a girl."

He grinned, feeling better already. "Yeah. You go make yer call, and I'll set up somethin' for the weekend. Maybe Saturday."

This was actually happening. A date with a comrade--but only for the greater good. She would pound that into her very being.

"G-great! So, I'll go off to do that." Rubbing at her short and uneven hair, she closed her eyes as she felt her cheeks glow from embarrassment. Romance was not Pyro's strong point. She had felt love and even loved a man, but she wasn't any good at it and could never expect to have a significant other.

Before he could say anything else, she headed towards the door with a dash while leaving a trail of a rather pleasantly flowery scent. This was one a man on the battlefield didn't have too often, she kept ridiculously clean for someone posing as a male. Some of her more feminine habits were harder to keep dead.

When she got away, she instantly headed to her room and flopped on the bed. Her breathing was hard and her face wouldn't stop it's stinging burn.

What had she gotten herself into?

Me too and I should be done being sloooooooooooowpoke

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tempted to renew for icons now

I have already caved into temptation.

SAME

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