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[Squinting her eyes shut when the feeling of the blade cut through the side of her mask, Pyro didn't dare make any sudden moves. Instead, she kept her head there and remained silent throughout the process.

Jell-O on the other hand seemed worried about what was happening to his mother and kept hopping up as high as he could from the ground to get a good look.]

[Sniper worked slowly, trying to think more of the steadiness of his hand and less of how her face was planted into a very compromising position. He worked around the base of her neck, cutting a slit up the back to slide the mask off once he was all the way around.

Another few minutes, and he had it.]

Alright, should be good to pull off now.

[Removing herself from the awkward position, two hands were placed against her mask before a good push upwards was given to the destroyed piece. As it was removed, the young girl covered in scars and freckles reappeared with messy hair.]

Ah, it seems so. Arigatou.

[Taking off her gloves and placing them on the table beside her, Pyro ran her fingers through her hair before shaking it from side to side to fluff it up.]

[He set his knife on the coffee table, rubbing his fingers against his leg to warm them up. The frigid temperature from the walk over still clung to his extremities.]

No worries. I am sorry about your mask, though. What'd you go and do a thing like that for?

[Picking up Jell-O and placing him on her lap, she began to stroke his head absently.]

If I was incapable of taking my mask off, I could go back to the time where things between us only seemed like that of comrades. That's what I was hoping to achieve.

[He looked away, guilty.]

S'not like hiding in your mask would've made me forget who you are, you know.

What does that mean? It wouldn't be helpful for you?

No, not really. I mean, ya can't just, um. Pretend nothing happened or anything.

But isn't that what you were doing by going away from your problem? You can't run away forever.

That's not—

[He cut himself off, realizing that was the same thing. He'd said he needed time to think, but in reality, he was hoping to never actually address the problem. He'd only come back because she needed his help. Nothing more.]

Right. I s'ppose we were both wrong, then.

[A little smile appeared on her face. Reaching out for his hands, she placed her small ones over his own and squeezed them gently.]

Does that mean, you will stay forever and ever?

[He was surprised by the touch of her hand, her skin ablaze in comparison to his icy fingers. His eyes were drawn to hers, her question cutting into him. The reasonable part of his mind told him to deny her- staying forever was ridiculous, especially when he had a townhouse elsewhere he fully intended to use the moment he could walk to it without wearing himself out. On top of that, she was trying to draw him back into the exact situation he'd been hoping to avoid by leaving.

... And it had apparently worked, for there he was on the couch with her, his hand clasped in hers. He felt himself turn red again on the realization of what he was doing, of how easily he'd been pulled back to her. He hadn't even been gone half a day.

He took a deep breath. Right. This was for the best- she probably wouldn't think too hard about killing BLU if he wasn't over there, and if she had company, she'd probably be happier in general. She clearly couldn't be left to her own devices, or she'd do something as asinine as gluing her mask on.

Exhale- staying, then. For now, at least. Not that he wanted to, but it had to be done. It was his job to support her, after all- that was the only remnant of his profession he had left.]

Right. I'm not goin' anywhere.

[Without warning, Pyro attempted to place her arms around his neck and give him a nice warm embrace due to her happiness. She let out a squee of delight as her legs kicked about excitedly underneath her. What came next would probably make most mercenaries sick to their stomach to be treated so cutely. A cheek was pressed against his and she began to nuzzle him.]

I'm so happy! What do you want to do now? Do you want me to cook you something? Tell me what you want, anything! I'll do it! OK?

[He stiffened beneath her grasp on reflex, unable to get his face far enough away from hers. At least she was warm- with the chill still set in him, he wasn't about to complain about that.

What he would complain about was his leg: in her excitement, her knee bumped into his, sending a sharp pang up his leg and through his body. He yelped, gritting his teeth as his breath caught in his throat.]

Food might be nice, but what I'd like right now is my pain medication, if you don't mind.

[Did he say he needed his drugs? Uh oh.]

Pain medication? Was it in a bottle? I think... Jell-O might of ate it on accident.

[So much for the mood being that of a happy one.]

Maybe he'll spit it back up if I ask him.

Er... On second thought, I'll live.

[He still looked like he was hurting, but the thought of ingesting something that blob had eaten was horrifying.]

How about some coffee, then? The walk over was a mite cold.

Edited 2012-01-24 10:42 (UTC)

I can do that.

[Getting up from the couch and saving Sniper the awkward tension of having a warm body pressed up against him, Pyro headed towards the kitchen to prepare a cup of decaf coffee for him. It was the only reason she had a coffee maker, if Sniper wasn't here... this kitchen appliance wouldn't be either.

Coming back with a cup, she decided to surprise him with a very large cup with a familiar letters in red paint.

#1 Sniper]

Here, I... decided I should give this to you sooner then later. This looks like the one back home, doesn't it? I tried my best.

[He eyed the mug in her hands, genuine surprise coloring his features as he found himself completely at a loss for words. He wasn't much of one for giving or receiving gifts; to have her surprise him with something— something that so closely resembled one of his personal treasures from home, something he'd not seen since his arrival and expected to never see again— was touching in some way he couldn't fully comprehend.

Taking the mug from her, a smile spread across his face- sweet, sincere.]

It's ace, pumpkin. Thanks.

[Pointing at him the moment his usual lineface changes to something more pleasant, Pyro lets out a gasp in surprise before cracking up entirely.]

Ah, hey! You're smiling! You must love it if it can make you smile!

[Clapping her hands in amusement, she brings her head close to his and whispers into his ear.]

You should smile more, it looks handsome on you.

[He tried to wipe that smile from his face as soon as she pointed it out, but found the task impossible as he looked at his new mug. He burned a deeper color as she neared him, whispering in his ear.

His immediate reaction was to down half the coffee in his mug in an attempt to mask the flush of his face. He cleared his throat as he set his new prize aside, his windpipe feeling tight all of the sudden.]

I really do like it, but ya don't gotta say things like that.

Edited 2012-01-24 17:52 (UTC)

It's not a crime to smile.

[Punching him in his uninjured shoulder with more strength then she realized, Pyro started cracking up.]

It's better then that one face you usually have. Sometimes I'm afraid it'll be stuck that way.

I don't have much of a reason to smile most days.

[That came out a bit bitterer than he'd thought it would, but he shrugged it off casually, reclaiming his mug and taking another swallow. After that was another deep breath, in and out, pushing the color from his face. He needed to keep himself in check, not let himself get too worked up. Things never went right when he did.]

[That did sound pretty bitter. Pyro usually tried to look at the positive side of life but even she had troubles sometimes. Somehow, being mopey all the time didn't make a lot of sense. What was the point to living if you were miserable?]

What would it take you to smile more? Let me know, I'll help make it happen.

[His eyes turned to her, then away immediately, the initial thought that crossed his mind one less professional than he'd have liked. He scratched at his face before he continued.]

Not much you can do, I'm sure.

[She wanted to show him she cared and she was concerned with him. The only things she could think of to offer off the top of her head was the following.]

How about if I don't use bacon in my cooking for a whole week? I... won't eat it eitheir. You won't even have to smell it.

...

Also, I'd like to give you my shotgun.

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