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There are others but I'd prefer you just stay here with me. If I don't keep my eye on you, Sniper might get in trouble again and end up hurt even more.

[Poking his cheek lightly with her fingertip, she nodded her head back and forth teasingly as she called out in a sing-song voice.]

Besides, Jell-O might worry where you've gone off to and end up searching for you. He can get pretty exited during hide-n-seek games~

[Sniper raised an eyebrow in minor irritation, fairly certain it didn't matter where he slept- Jell-O would find new ways to invade his personal space.]

I don't see how I can get into too much trouble here, whether you're keepin' an eye on me or not.

Edited 2012-01-07 08:37 (UTC)

You might fall down the stairs and break open your head trying to leave here. I'd have to clean up all the brain matter if that happened and wait on a faulty respawn system.

I might not fall down the stairs if I wasn't on the second floor to begin with.

[Sudden mood change is go. Clearly, there are two personalities at play here. Whenever she becomes serious the childlike mentality changes and the pitch in her voice drastically turns into something more mature.]

You must take me for an idiot to think I'd let you be down on the first floor unattended. I know quite well what you'd try to do and it involves going out the door and going back to your little townhouse.

[As surprised as he was by her mood change, his own expression instead turned to one of irritation as she saw right through him.]

There's nothin' wrong with my house. I get that ya want to keep an eye on me, but I can take care of myself. I'm not just gonna up and disappear.

[Grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie, she begins to shake him.]

Can you stop being an insensitive bastard for just a few moments? The reason I keep you here is so you don't cause anymore trouble. Trouble for someone else means trouble for you, too. Clearly, it hasn't gotten through that thick skull of yours that getting hurt or killed here means facing the consequences. This isn't back home! Look at yourself, don't you get it? How much more pain must you experience before you will understand?

[Sniper could only look into her eyes for a moment before averting his own, shame marking him. He recalled what she'd said about Medic- the man had killed himself and lost his memories of her in the respawn. Perhaps she feared the same would happen to him, should he die. His inclination to be stubborn and insist again that he could take care of himself— because as far as he was concerned, he could, and if she thought he'd die so easily like the Doc, she was wrong— clashed with both his manners and his desire to not be pummeled.

At the same time, he couldn't deny he knew how she felt. She'd lost one teammate shortly after he arrived; Medic had disappeared only days ago. He could understand she was afraid of losing the only one she had left. She had said she didn't want to be alone.

He made a quiet noise. Loss- it was a common enemy for them.]

Sorry, pumpkin. I guess I'm still not used to people feelin' they need to watch my back.

Does Sniper even mean that or does he say it out of convenience to get out a situation? I don't know anymore and I doubt he cares what I think. All he wants is to do what he wants without any regard how it might affect those who care about him in this world.

I wouldn't've said it if I didn't mean it. I'm honestly just not used to having people... you know. Care. I'm used to bein' on my own.

[Looking into his eyes, she spoke with absolutely no shame behind her.]

I care about you.

[Mild shame colored him again, though he kept his eyes on hers.]

I know. We're teammates, right? It's your job, and...

[Miss Pauling's words came back to him.] It's my job to support you. I've not been doin' very well at that lately.

[Leaning her head underneath his chin, Pyro released her hands from the neck of his hoodie and embraced him gently. Patting his back, she shook her head.]

Daijoubou. Just... I don't want to get angry at you anymore. I don't like being angry at all. It would be better for the both of us if I could just continue smiling.

[There were going to be some things he never understood: her occasional breaks into Japanese, for one; for another, whatever it was that compelled her to hug him. He stiffened as her arms wrapped around him, her hands on his back, her hair pressing against his chin as he felt her breath against him. Unsure of how to respond, he brought one of his own hands to her back, returning her pats with a couple of his own.]

Right. You'll be more like yourself, and I won't have to worry about gettin' more strikes against me.

Edited 2012-01-08 01:03 (UTC)

.... How about an omelet?

[Food makes everyone feel better. It might be best if Sniper got some protein into that body that had been wading away in the hospital.]

[Speaking of her being herself, he was wondering how long it'd be until she brought up food again. He scratched his face.]

I s'ppose I could eat. And I do like eggs.

You will eat and you'll love it!

[Getting off the bed and saving him from anymore awkward at the moment, she twirled around in a circle before reaching the door with a smile.]

OK! I'll make you tons of good things! Now just take a nap and I'll bring everything to you when it's ready!

[He was admittedly glad to be saved from the awkwardness of her closeness and embrace, he did raise an eyebrow to her suggestion.]

I can't sleep all the time, you know.

You can tag along if you want to watch me! I don't know how fun that will be though!

[Calling out as she exited the door, Pyro headed towards the upstairs kitchen. Even if Medic was gone, there was still someone left both from her world and her very own base. While he was here, she promised herself she would do everything in her power to take care of him. Maybe it was true she couldn't be with him forever, but she could do her best to enjoy his company for the time he stayed here.]

[Though it was the middle of the night, RED wasn't tired anymore, very much awake from the conversation he'd just had. He slid to the edge of the bed, pushing his hood off his head as he grabbed his crutch, feeling a bit warm all of the sudden. He eyed the communicator for a moment, deciding he was grateful he didn't need to call for help. He did pocket the bottle of sleeping pills, though. Just in case.

With some effort, he got to his feet, hobbling after her to the best of his ability.]

S'long as it's more interesting than staring at the ceiling, I suppose.

Well, I'm not quite sure what else there is to stare at besides that. I make for a pretty boring subject to stare at!

[Laughing, she began getting to work on cracking eggs and mixing various ingredients. With all the items she had out, it looked like omelets weren't the only food she had decided to make for him.]

I wouldn't say that.

[Sniper eased his way into the kitchen, looking around at all the items she'd managed to get out before he'd made it in there. Those were not things that went into eggs.]

[Pyro was stirring the batter for a batch of blueberry muffins when those words made her stop in her tracks. Surely what she had just heard had been her imagination? If someone said something like that, it was like saying she wasn't too hard on the eyes. In other words, pretty.]

.....

[Turning her head over her shoulder, she stared at him with a flushed face briefly before turning back around.]

Um...

[Sniper hadn't even put too much thought into what he'd said until she turned around, the color of her face making it all too clear how she'd taken the comment. He coughed, clearing his throat as though it would erase the fact he'd said it at all.]

Well. This seems like a lot of ingredients for just eggs, doesn't it?

I'm not making just eggs. If you live with me, you get to eat the way I do.

[No, her meals didn't consist of only bacon. There were other foods involved.

Despite the change in topics, Pyro could still feel her face burn as she shoved the batch of muffins inside the oven. It wasn't fair he could make her feel like her face was on fire. Engineer had done that, so had Medic... why did all her RED comrades make her body respond so strange?

Removing the omelet from the pan, Pyro placed it in front of him with a fork and a cup of a decaf coffee. The moment it was set down, she immediately spun back around and decided to stare at the refrigerator for no apparent reason to hide her embarrassment.]

Ham and cheese.

[That's all she could say.]

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