Kidnap me and take me away to a party I'd rather not be at!

[Voice]

Merry Smissmas everyone! For those who don't celebrate Smissmas, have a happy Australian Christmas!

Sensei, Sensei! Are you going to go to the party? Let's have fun tonight! I have a special surprise for you.

[Private to BLU Sniper]

Drop by the party, please. I have a gift that you must see.

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hasstandards

Sens—? Ooooh no. I'm pretty sure the Doc would advise against this. Why don't we call him up on the communicator doovalacky and and see what his opinion is?

Edited Date: 2011-12-26 07:33 am (UTC)

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notintehkitchen.livejournal.com

Oh, I already talked to him.

[That might be a lie.]

He said he is fine with this.

[Placing her arms underneath his frame in a secure position before she lifted him up, she began to spin around in circles with his body.]

So! Are we doing this the hard or the easy way?

From:

hasstandards

[RED's entire body stiffened as she lifted him from his spot on the bed, agony hitting several chords within him simultaneously before he even had the chance to answer. His wounded limbs were twisted from the force of the movement, his muscles unable to resist inertia at that point.]

Stop! Stop stop stop stop stop, Pyro, stop!

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OK, Mr. Baby. I'll put you in the wheelchair even though you're being mean because it's Smissmas.

[Heading over to the corner where the wheelchair was at, Pyro set him down softly before going back over to his bed and grabbing a sheet off of it. Tucking him in so he'd be nice and warm, she then went behind him and began pushing the chair out of the room.]

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hasstandards

[It took Sniper another moment to recover, his breath rattling through him as she tucked him underneath the sheet and blanket. Beneath the cover, he cradled his broken elbow, trying to soothe the ache that pulsed through it was he was wheeled from the room. They passed a nurse in the hall- she smiled and waved, not seeming to mind he was being taken for a walk. Then again, it was the same nurse that had called Pyro his 'girlfriend' only a day before. She probably had the wrong image in mind.

RED decided to switch tactics, as being argumentative got him nowhere.]

Don't you think I'm in piss poor health to be goin' to some party?

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notintehkitchen.livejournal.com

Not at all. I think it would be worse for your health both emotionally and physically to stay cooped up tonight. Besides, there will be food at this party that won't be bacon, won't you like that?

[She did her best to make what was looking to be something Sniper would probably not enjoy into something enjoyable.]

Just... try to have fun. You don't have to. But... just try, Mr. Hawk. If you really hate it, I can take you home.

From:

hasstandards

[A part of Sniper wanted to cut back that he already hated it, thought it was a terrible idea, and that his emotional and physical health were perfectly fine until she showed up, rattled his nerves, and swung him around like a ragdoll; however, he found himself stricken with mild guilt as cast a look over his shoulder, catching sight of her face.

As bothersome as she could be at times, the truth was that Pyro really did seem to have the best intentions at heart. They got in the way of what he considered a restful recovery, and the part where she treated him like some kind of a pet she could dress up at her discretion grated him to no end, but despite that, she was true to her word- she visited him nearly every day, bringing him food and giving what was probably her all into making him better. She was stubborn and didn't listen at times, but when he was honest with himself, Sniper had to admit he could be as hardheaded as anyone.

He turned back with a quiet sigh, facing the hall ahead of him as they neared the exit to the hospital.]

Right. I'll try, pumpkin.

Edited Date: 2011-12-26 10:27 am (UTC)

From:

notintehkitchen.livejournal.com

[Surprised at his response, Pyro jumped slightly. It was like Sniper was trying to be nice to her by being agreeable.

Leaning her head over the top of the wheelchair, she looked down at him with a small smile before patting the top of his head. Could this be the start of a beautiful new friendship?!]

Good boy, Mr. Hawk.

From:

hasstandards

[RED bit back his initial reaction to her petting him, his look one of only mild annoyance. As the days passed, it was getting easier to follow Medic's advice, whether Sniper truly wanted to or not. As much as it gnawed at him to think he was growing used to putting up with her treatment of him, there was no other way to put it. If there was one thing he'd learned from having her consistent visits in the hospital, it was that protest was a waste of time, as it never got him anywhere- often, it resulted in her saying he was even more dog-like than previously thought, followed by her trying to place even more affection on him. Adapting- it was something he had to do when it was to his advantage, even if he did usually resist such change.

That initial reaction of irritation was forgotten entirely as they exited the hospital, the cold air hitting him for the first time in weeks. He'd seen the snow building in the streets outside his window and hadn't been too concerned with it; however, now that he was out in it, dressed thinly, and had lost some of the weight that had kept him warm before, the chill was overwhelming. His body reflexively curled in on itself under the blanket as much as possible, trying to maintain what little warmth he had. He spoke in an attempt to keep his mind off it.]

I don't know much about Smissmas, aside from what I saw of Soldier and Truckie's decorations. That ain't a problem, is it?

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notintehkitchen.livejournal.com

[Pyro could tell when someone was cold. Being scrawny was not helping Sniper stay warm. Watching Sniper suffer in the wheelchair made her worry enough to start a small fireball in her palm and hold it out in front of him so he could stay warm. Pushing the wheelchair with the strength of one hand, as they went through the snow, Pyro's high heeled boots crunched underneath her with each step.]

It's not a problem at all. You're Australian, I don't expect you to know much about Smissmas. All I want for you to do is have a little fun.

From:

hasstandards

[In spite of Sniper's stubborn inclination fighting to keep him from letting on just how cold he was, he leaned as close to the offered fire as possible, his desire for warmth stronger than his urge to hide any and all weaknesses, especially when in the presence of a teammate, a woman, or someone who was ultimately both. He uttered a word of thanks as he tried to focus everything in him on the source of heat blazing in Pyro's hand.]

I s'ppose I should be grateful to be able to leave that room at all. I was startin' to get too cozy in there. Doesn't change much from day to day, save for when I get visitors.

[It was a partial lie, given that he preferred familiarity with his surroundings; however, being trapped in that hospital bed day in and day out was beginning to feel like a cage as well: secure, but binding. Whether he preferred trading freedom for safety was hard to say.]

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There's not much to do in there except sleep and talk to the nurses, I don't imagine it can be all that fun unless I'm around!

[Humming as she pushed him along, she looked at her surroundings in order to recall just where on earth that Ferret's place was. Turning, she thought out loud.]

It's not good to stay holed up. It's too lonely. There's no one to play with and you can't eat whatever you want unless you have friends.

[She sounded like she was speaking from self-experiences.]

From:

hasstandards

[Sniper heard that reflective tone in her voice, unsure of what to make of it. He got the vague feeling she wasn't talking about him with her statements.]

S'not for everyone, true. But it works best for some of us. Take me, for example: I've found it's better to be alone. You can do whatever you like, and there's no one around to say otherwise. No one to tell you it ain't a proper job or that you're making a mess out of your life.

From:

notintehkitchen.livejournal.com

But we're your friends Mr. Hawk, we live the same life as you do. Why would we tell your job isn't proper? If we told you that, we'd be telling ourselves that too.

[As the came up to the building, Pyro paused and crouched down slightly. Wrapping her arms lightly behind Sniper's shoulders, she gave him the most gentle hug she could manage in order not to harm him.]

From:

hasstandards

[Despite his attempt to be polite, Sniper cut back almost immediately.]

I already told you, we aren—

[He stopped as Pyro's arms wrapped around him, expecting pain; however, it became apparent she was doing her best not to hurt him this time, actually taking care to not squeeze his injured frame too tightly. Words came to mind, primarily those of Medic and Miss Pauling. As the doctor had warned, he was going to be considered her friend— no, family,— whether he liked it or not. There was no changing that, as was evidenced by her consistent visits in spite of his terrible attitude.

The assistant's words struck more of a chord with him: she'd said herself she felt it was her duty to protect him. Even if she didn't stick around out of some misguided sense of camaraderie toward him, she might do so out of professional obligation. True, they no longer had the job, but that was how he had to think of associating with them- he'd only do so because it was what he was supposed to do. If they all made it out of Paradise alive, RED could thank him with a nice bonus on his paycheck.

He pushed the air out of his lungs, a cloud forming against his hot breath. He could fight it all he wanted (and likely would, given how he felt about attachment in general), but in the end, he was going to have to accept that she was going to be around whether he liked it or not. In his condition, he was going to have to be the one to change and adjust, as he didn't have the stamina to perform otherwise. She wanted to be his friend, and it was fine for her to consider him as such; however, he saw her as nothing more than a work acquaintance, and someone who had been an ally in Paradise thus far. He needed her help for now, and thus had to cooperate; it wasn't a permanent bond. It was nothing personal for him.

He could feel his face turning red as another moment passed with her arms around him.]

All right. Ya don't have to get so sentimental.

Edited Date: 2011-12-26 11:15 pm (UTC)

From:

notintehkitchen.livejournal.com

I'm not being whatever that word means, I'm being a friend! This is what friends do.

[Nice save there.]

Look on the bright side, right beyond these doors are plenty of foods just waiting for you to eat them. Several of them don't have bacon. Now, I know that excites you Snipers for some reason so I will let you have all the food and I will be a good girl and not eat any of it. I mean--if it doesn't have bacon, it's not made for me.

[She'd cave in and start eating it all anyways, she was just trying to be on her best behavior.]

From:

hasstandards

[Sniper eyed the doors warily. Despite the fact that he'd been wheeled through the freezing cold against his will when he was in poor condition, and was about to be forced to attend some party where people would see him in said state, and he still had no weapons and felt utterly ridiculous being dressed in a jumper with dog ears... he was doing his best to be polite. He loathed the blows his pride was taking at that moment, but he supposed it couldn't get more battered than it already was. He bottled away how he felt in that instant, the ire that rose in him pushed down for the time being.]

Right. Not like I can eat much with only two fingers. Just park me near the wall somewhere and don't forget me when it's time to go. I don't expect the docs will appreciate my disappearance.

[He was looking forward to getting those splints taken off his other fingers- the nurses had said it'd be in the next week or so. No amount of time was soon enough.]