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Mr. Hawk, will you please come back to the house? I found a solution to our problem.

I've sealed my gas mask on permanently so I don't have to talk to you again or be strange. I'll just be a normal Pyro again, you don't even have to think of me as a girl if you don't want to. Just think of me as a boy--or even better, an it. I'm fine with that, really. Just come back, please?

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[Reaching for the covers, Pyro pulled them over the two despite already having a pair of rosy red cheeks. All this unexpected cuddling was something she should of been doing, not Sniper. She wouldn't complain though, the idea that Sniper was coming out of his shell and expressing himself more openly was a good one.

Squirming slightly as his face came into contact with her bare shoulder, she laughed]

Aah, that tickles! You're too scruffy!

[Even if she complained, she loved it. She had always adored men with facial hair. Not the Saxton hale type, but the way Sniper had his was nice.]

It comes with the nature of your job, I suppose. You're holed up most of the time unlike the rest of us.

[Even as she squirmed, he didn't let her go, unable to give up that contentment he'd found in having her near. Her words only made him want to keep a hold of her even more, a fear that she'd disappear if he released her rising in him. It was that beast that always came coupled with attachment; it was the primary reason he kept himself from it.

Well, usually kept himself from it. It was harder to control in Paradise where he no longer had the job as a viable leash, where he'd already lost so much that it pushed him to clinging desperately to what he still had. He had to adapt, but he was a stubborn thing, only changing if absolutely necessary. He liked who he was, and was well-set in his ways.

And yet, as he laid there with his arm around her, the scent of her skin captivating his senses, the feeling of that closeness relaxing him, he couldn't help but think of how things could be better.]

Right. Like you bein' in your suit.

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[She wasn't going anywhere if being here for a year told her anything from watching fellow REDs and BLUs depart. In her mind, she was destined to be stuck here forever scolding and teasing anyone from her world who arrived. For the man beside her to be so worried over her possibility of disappearing didn't seem to be a worry in her mind.]

If I didn't wear the suit I'd be nothing but a skeleton with little burnt flesh pieces clinging to me.

[Her next words came out sounding guilty, as if she wasn't faithful enough to her beloved flames.]

I like fire, but I don't want to look that scary. Is that bad?

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[He shook his head, scruff rubbing against her.]

It's not. It's just somethin' ya can't help sometimes when you're in the suit, but I s'ppose it's like you said. It's a part of the job.

[He swallowed, a knot in his throat as he thought of what bothered him. It was something he never wanted to leave that room, or even that moment, but he felt compelled to ask. The question was one he'd asked before, but in a very different context: whereas it had been laced with anger then, it now held uncertainty.]

What happens when we leave this place? If we leave this place, rather.

Edited 2012-02-06 20:16 (UTC)

[Despite all her experience in this place there was no way she could give him a precise answer. The thought of losing Sniper like she had so many others she had grown to care about stung her heart.]

I don't know what happens. I suppose the only way to find out is when it does.

[RED didn't respond, unable to piece together exactly what it was he thought about that. The mere thought of her disappearing wounded him, made him want to fight against whatever forces were responsible for taking her.

The idea that they'd return home and not remember all that had transpired in Paradise was somehow unappealing, despite that being what he considered the best scenario until that point. Things were different now, and he couldn't accept why.

His arm tightened around her.]

I don't think I want to know.

[She could recall how angry he had been when he first arrived here. The feelings he must of developed about Paradise had changed dramatically it seems.

Laughing, she hugged him back when he embraced her tighter.]

Ignorance is bliss?

Yeah. I suppose so, sometimes.

[His breathing deepened, muscles relaxing as he drifted toward the point of unconsciousness. Despite his body giving in to sleep, his mind was still at work. He was a little less intelligible when he spoke a few moments later.]

I'd rather... you just stayed.

[Stay? Did he mean stay in bed? Well, she wasn't going anywhere but she still had to question him.]

Stayed?

[His breaths were heavier, voice low as he mumbled something completely incoherent, exhaustion stripping him of his ability to convey exactly what he meant.

That didn't mean he didn't try as he pulled her to him again, eyes shut as he rested his head on her. He wanted her to stay with him in every sense: there in that moment, in Paradise, if they returned to Sawmill, and in some deeper sense he couldn't fully comprehend. Saying that much through a simple embrace, however, wasn't likely to be a successful endeavor.]

Edited 2012-02-07 19:06 (UTC)

[Pyro decided the best thing she could do was be silent and go to sleep. Sniper looked like he needed rest after everything she had put him through that night.

Wrapped up in his warm embrace, it became easy for her to drift off into her own dreams. There was something safe and secure about those arms she had long forgotten from others in her past.]

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