Fresh Air

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Who: RED Sniper (hasstandards), Teriyaki, and anyone who feels like bothering him in the park (and yes visitors, that means you, too!)
When: Noon
Where: Park, southwest quadrant of Paradise
Rating: Probably PGish
Summary: Feeling well enough to get out of RED base and into the cold air, RED has taken his Pyro's dog to the park. He could use some time outside

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[bye_to_yer_head]

BLU had finally caved to his pets incessant whining and taken her out to play in the snow, pointedly ignoring the naked sculpture across the street from his townhouse. He was hoping if he ignored it long enough, it would just go away.

The weather had finally gotten marginally milder, but he was still bundled up in the blue jacket Chibi had given him, trudging along behind Tipsy as she floundered around in the snow. He spotted the RED and his dog from a few blocks away, tugging the leash attached to Tipsy's harness and heading over that way. Maybe meeting on neutral ground would be good for the two dogs.

"G'day there."

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Even before BLU spoke, RED was aware of his approach, the familiar sounds of his unique pet giving him away. He nodded to his rival and returned the greeting, moving his crutches aside to make room on the bench.

Teriyaki returned with the ball, pausing before coming anywhere near the crocadog- after a moment, his tail wagged and he started bouncing around, recognizing the other pooch. RED grabbed a crutch and stuck it between them, trying to keep the eager Shiba Inu from getting on Tipsy's bad side.

"Still haven't got this one trained," RED noted, pushing Teriyaki back. "Though he did try to protect me from Spy the other day. Least he's got his priorities in order."

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BLU sat down on the bench, keeping a firm grip on Tipsy's harness as she sniffed at the other dog through the opening in the crutch.

"He is a smart one then. How'd that go? Spy run fer cover?" He smirked at the mental image of Spy backed into a corner by a barking puppy. Reaching down he patted Tipsy's side reassuringly when it looked like she was going to bristle at Teriyaki.

"He ain't gonna hurt you, ya big wuss."

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Teriyaki stuck his head through the crutch, trying to climb through it. RED pushed him back again, pulling him close enough he could be grabbed. Getting one arm under the puppy, RED scooped him up and into his lap.

"Nah, he figured out the pup wasn't gonna hurt him pretty quick. I think Terr thought he was the other one. S'a bit confusing with two of 'em at the base."

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Tipsy watched the puppy get scooped up, far higher than she could reach, her nose twitching as she sniffed the crutch.

"You moight actually have t' start callin' 'em by name jus' t' keep track 'f 'em." BLU reached into his pouch and pulled out that familiar leather toy, a bit more refined since Sniper had some time to work on it. Tipsy gave a squeak and a wiggle and waited for him to throw it.

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"That would mean I'd actually have to learn their names," RED said, clearly not enthused by that idea. "I'd rather not know any of their names."

That went for everyone else, as well... save for Pyro. And BLU, he supposed, since he'd found that out from the items in his ammo pouch. Alright, so anyone he didn't have some concern for as a teammate or rival, he didn't care.

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"You could invent names fer 'em. They probably wouldn't tell you their real ones anyway." Tipsy put her paws on BLU's knees and whimpered. He obliged and threw the toy, but not far since he didn't trust her off the rope tied to her harness.

"We can call 'em Marshmallows an' Wine."

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RED smirked, his moment of minor enjoyment interrupted briefly as Teriyaki squirmed around in his arms, trying to chase after the toy BLU had thrown. RED tossed the ball, distracting the pup from the other dog and sending him running after it.

"Hm. Not too bad. I've just been callin' 'em 'the one I know' and 'the one I don't.' Works well enough."

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Tipsy ignored the ball and the puppy bounding after it, content to chew on her wooden and leather toy, rolling around with it to 'kill' it.

"I feel fer ya mate, havin' t' live with th' two of 'em. One of 'em put some naked snow sculpture in my yard yesterday. Dunno which one." He glared out at the landscape in front of him, after a very trying Valentine's day he did not want to wake up to that. Especially since he had spent more time than he wanted to admit trying to figure out what it was.

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RED let out a single snort, holding back a laugh; the grin that crossed him was telling enough.

"I'd bet my knife I know which it was. Spent a lot of time watchin' 'im draw dirty pictures on the sides of BLU base using your Truckie's sentries. Guess he thought his talent was goin' to waste here in Paradise."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"That's about what I figured. If it was th' one who'd been here he would 'ave done it by now." BLU snorted, yeah he'd seen those dirty pictures on the side of his base before.

"Least when he's sittin' on sentries loike that he's an easy target. Better than bein' cloked in th' corners 'f my nest. Stealin' my coffee, takin' my razorback apart, bein' a nuisance."

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"Yeah, that's him alright," RED said, a knowing grin still on his face.

"Though if ya think he's obnoxious then, try bein' on the same team. Anytime he was bored with a fight, he had no problems leaving and comin' to see what I was doin'. Right hard to concentrate with a Spy prattlin' on in your ear about what he did the night before and how I'm cruel for laying traps around the base."

[bye_to_yer_head]

BLU made a sympathetic face, gladder than ever that he'd never gotten close to anyone on his team. "I don't even want t' think 'bout what he does on his off time." Of course just saying that made him think far more than he would have liked about it.

"You laid traps fer him around th' base? What th' hell for?"

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"Not traps for him," RED clarified. "Animals traps. Mostly caught rabbits. Though now that I think about it, I should've set traps for him, just to see if he was as good at gettin' himself out of trouble as he claimed he was."

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"You could bait 'em with cigarettes an' see if he falls fer it." BLU had a hunch that if Spy ever went more than a few minutes without nicotine he'd just fall apart and die. "An' he thought catchin' rabbits was cruel? He ain't a vegetarian is he?"

From the look on Sniper's face he equated vegetarianism with the worst crimes against humanity possible.

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"He ate some of my stew once- had coyote in it, so he couldn't have been too much of one, if at all."

He paused, recalling something he'd nearly forgotten. "Though come to think of it, he was really sick at the time and probably didn't have a clue what he was eating. He ended up in a heap on the floor with a cushion from the couch for company."