[Public][Text] #2 Sniper
Feb. 3rd, 2012 05:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notintehkitchenDear Mr. BLU Sniper,
I have a special present just for you. Do not fret, it is not your death. However, if you do not accept my invitation to give you the gift perhaps I will change my mind and kill you instead.
Sincerely,
RED Pyro
I have a special present just for you. Do not fret, it is not your death. However, if you do not accept my invitation to give you the gift perhaps I will change my mind and kill you instead.
Sincerely,
RED Pyro
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[Private][Text]
Date: 2012-02-03 02:57 pm (UTC)[She nearly typed in "again", before she quickly deleted the first few letters and sent the message.]
(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-03 05:10 pm (UTC)*At the very least he could check out the respawn first hand. Help that Sashimi kid out. Or was it Saturn.... maybe Sasha.*
[Private][Text]
Date: 2012-02-04 12:49 am (UTC)[The joys of texting, Miss Pauling. The joys of texting indeed.]
[Text]
Date: 2012-02-04 12:51 am (UTC)[She promises it doesn't smell like sex in here. No sex happened at all. The kids interrupted that so don't worry BLU, your BFF RED will always be cockblocked.]
Re: [Private][Text]
Date: 2012-02-04 01:13 am (UTC)[Yes. At least Pyro can't see how amused Miss Pauling looks.]
[Text --> Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 01:23 am (UTC)*He heads over, leaving the crocadog at home so Pyro doesn't get a chunk taken out of her. He's got his bow strung across his back and a quiver of arrows. Better to be safe than sorry in case she wants some kind of showdown.*
[Private][Text]
Date: 2012-02-04 04:49 am (UTC)[You can't tell she's pouting over text but she is.]
I didn't say anything mean.
[Text --> Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 04:51 am (UTC)[Another child? Consider it adopted.
Pyro will be waiting for you patiently by the door when you arrive.]
[Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 04:55 am (UTC)*He stops a good ways from the door and folds his arms, waiting to be attacked.*
[Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 05:06 am (UTC)Coming to the door, Pyro opened it and peeked outside in her nightgown. The green blob that both Snipers despised rested on one of her shoulders as she turned and looked over at him.]
Good. There's something I've been meaning to give you. I think you'll like it. Come in?
[Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 05:08 am (UTC)There a reason yer not wearin' clothes?
[Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 05:59 am (UTC)[Hey, it was covering her enough she didn't see the problem. Besides, this was her house! Who was he to tell her what she could and couldn't wear?
Shutting the door behind him, Pyro went over to the table to grab a blue box neatly wrapped with a matching bow.]
Come over here and open this.
[Offering it out to him, she rolled her eyes still a little annoyed at his comment.]
[Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 06:11 am (UTC)What's the occasion?
*Still a bit wary he starts to unwrap it, tucking the bow in his pocket to give to his dog to play with later.*
[Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 06:18 am (UTC)[Inside, Sniper would find a white cup with familiar blue paint. The words on the cup would read #2 Sniper. Before he got a chance to even open it all the way, Pyro was smiling mischievously and laughing like a mad woman inside her head.]
[Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 06:23 am (UTC)*He pulls the mug out, staring at it in surprise. Well it wasn't lethal, and it wasn't going to kill him so that was a bonus. Though leave it to Pyro to find a gift that was equal parts practical and insulting.*
Very funny.
*But the fact she had even attempted a peace offering was speaking volumes to all those emotions that BLU didn't have.*
Uhm .. thanks Pyro.
[Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 06:37 am (UTC)[Maybe meant yes.]
What do you mean it's funny? I painted it up just for you! You can pour all the coffee and alcohol you want in it.
[Flashing the most innocent smile ever, for a mere moment it appeared Pyro was sparkling. It was horrifying.]
You're welcome.
[Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 06:41 am (UTC)*He turned it around in his hands. With the exception of the glaring #2 it was a pretty nice mug.*
An' I'm gonna. You can't complain 'bout how much coffee I drink anymore if I'm drinkin' out 'f this. Deal?
[Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 07:21 am (UTC)I don't think you can make a deal that benefits you when someone gives you a present.
[Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 07:28 am (UTC)*And by not many he figured this was number five in his whole life.*
[Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 07:30 am (UTC)[The tone of her voice made it hard to tell whether she was being sweet or teasing.]
[Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 07:34 am (UTC)*There was something that flitted across his face, something he pushed down immediately, though he couldn't stop his hands from shaking ever so slightly.*
[Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 12:24 pm (UTC)[In her country women were supposed to give the presents, not the other way around.]
Chocolate maybe?
Re: [Private][Text]
Date: 2012-02-04 03:17 pm (UTC)[Private][Text]
Date: 2012-02-04 04:34 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2012-02-04 05:21 pm (UTC)*Wow that mug sure is fascinating, he's just going to keep looking at that instead of anywhere else.*