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Pyro had gotten used to the years pretending she was a male for all intents and purposes, she had convinced herself to a fault that her female self had to be hidden away at all times in order to keep up the charade. It had worked so far and no one was the wiser. Sure, she might not look as masculine as the others but not every man was born super manly. She was still passable enough visually to look like a young man who would do better in a boy band on American Bandstand then on the battlefield.

Leaning against the base after a hard days work, Pyro smoked and listened to an always frantic Scout go on about Miss Pauling. It was a good thing she could just stare and nod, Scout loved to talk and if she had to give advice on girls she would be pulling shit so far out of her ass. Scout would probably take anything though. It was pretty cute how desperate he was for that woman to accept him and he was obvious, she could only assume that Miss Pauling was a smart enough lady to not mix work and pleasure. A good woman.

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Date: 2015-09-11 07:02 am (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ Some shonky business right there.)
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"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?"

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Date: 2015-09-17 02:28 am (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ Need a Dispenser here!)
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"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."

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Date: 2015-09-17 03:25 am (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ Wave goodbye to your head wanker.)
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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."

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Date: 2015-09-17 06:49 am (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ For the last time mate...)
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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."

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Date: 2015-09-17 07:01 am (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ My parents do not care for it.)
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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."

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Date: 2015-09-17 10:53 pm (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ How many times have you died?)
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He raised an eyebrow at Pyro, his eyes flicking to his teammate.

"You do?"

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Date: 2015-09-20 07:50 pm (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ Mongrel.)
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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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Date: 2015-09-21 02:04 am (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ Steady.  Steady.)
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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."

I have already caved into temptation.

Date: 2015-09-21 07:13 am (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ Ok,mate.)
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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?"

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Date: 2015-09-21 07:42 am (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ That wasn't so hard.)
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"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."

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Date: 2015-09-21 08:17 am (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ I'm not a crazed gunman,Dad.)
From: [personal profile] hasstandards
Sniper sighed again, heavily this time, as the door closed behind Pyro. He ran a hand through his hair as he felt himself redden with embarrassment, his skin betraying how he felt about this entire situation. He wasn't one for dates; dealing with people was very different than dealing with animals. People were an entirely different kind of beast, one he wasn't sure how to handle.

He'd had to learn how to deal with people upon joining RED: he'd spent years alone in the Outback, only caring about his own survival. It was easier that way. However, with RED, he had to work with a team. It went against his solitary nature, but the money was enough that he could adapt.

Still, people were foreign to him in many ways. He was working on it, little by little, year by year.

Finishing cleaning up after their meal, Sniper started digging through his clothes, trying to figure out what he would wear on this date. Or what would they do? Go out to eat? Kill something? Just how much of an outdoors girl was she? He was a hunter by both trade and nature, but he had a very different perception of the wild than most. He was freer there, able to be himself. He was the top predator -- the best.

And he was not those things in the world of courting.

He glanced at the calendar, his brow furrowing. Thursday. He still had two days to think of something, some way to get himself through this outing. Not just any outing, either -- a date with a teammate's cousin.

What had he gotten himself into?
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Date: 2015-09-22 08:21 am (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ Nice goin', ya bludgers.)
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In two days, Sniper had managed to acquire both a tie and a decent button-up shirt, courtesy of Engineer. While Sniper had considered asking Spy for help, he knew better than to ask for dating advice from a man whose trade was stealing secrets. He certainly didn't want the spook wondering just who it was he'd be courting for the evening. Besides that, they weren't friends -- just coworkers, and of his choices, Engineer was the better of the two when it came to minding his own business.

Though he had something to wear, he still hadn't a clue on how a date should go. He'd not been on one years -- he had to pause to think of how long it'd been, and it was at least a decade and a half any way he looked at it -- and even then, casual conversation wasn't really his forte. It'd be even harder with a complete stranger.

And a lovely one, too. He'd spent two days trying to scrub his mind of the girl in the photograph, but to no avail.

Saturday came, and his nervous habits along with it. He'd told Pyro that he'd set up a reservation for six o'clock at a very nice restaurant in the town nearby. It was the kind of place where the menus were mostly in French and one was expected to dress appropriately -- it was probably far too fancy for the occasion, but his choices were a bit limited around Sawmill.

Sniper arrived fifteen minutes prior, parking his camper and adjusting his tie for the umpteenth time. If he waited on the sidewalk, surely he'd see her and recognize her. Or maybe Pyro would have told her who to look for.

And if she didn't come at all, he could go back to the base and write this off as a foolish endeavor after all. At least he'd be able to say he tried.

Ooo, I dig the new journal style. :>

Date: 2015-09-24 11:40 pm (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ Back to the drawing board.)
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The whistling and cat-calling drew Sniper's attention in the same way a rustle in the bushes would -- instinctively automatically. His mind, however, was elsewhere, ready and waiting for his date to arrive. It was only a second after he glanced down the sidewalk that he realized the commotion was caused by said date.

Well, at least he was pretty sure that was her. She was prettier than the picture had led him to expect: long, raven hair; heavier than the average woman, wearing stockings to show off the curves of her legs -- and she really did look quite a lot like her teammate.

He stomach leapt somewhere into his throat -- she was much more attractive than he wanted to admit, especially since he was still against the entire prospect of dating. He was there because he didn't want to disappoint a teammate whom he owed a favor or two. That was all.

Not that that stoicism came across as he waved her over, a nervous smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

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Yes, yes he does. Sometimes.

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He's going to pass out and die. You just wait.

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This is Pyro's true power.

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Master of conversation, right here.

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Hahahaha, he'll be lucky he can talk at all.

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I LIVE. OH BOY HOW I'VE MISSED YOU

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Sing that to Thomson Twins' "Lies" XD

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Whoops, he misunderstood. :>

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PYRO, DO.

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/BODYSLAMS INTO THIS THREAD

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