notintehkitchen | 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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[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.

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[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.]

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[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.

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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.]

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[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)

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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.]

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[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.]