Fresh Air

[hasstandards]

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."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Probably, I'm havin' trouble picturin' one 'f them fancy blokes eatin' coyote." Not that he found anything wrong with it, perfectly acceptable food source. "What'd you do with th' pelt?"

[hasstandards]

"Made a bag for my mum." A faint smile crossed him as he remembered that bag and all the care that had gone into making it; even better was the nice letter he received when she'd gotten it.

He leaned back on the bench. "Was a good bag, too. Not that I'll get to see her use it any, at this rate."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Not bad. Least it got a good home." Or he assumed it did, the RED seemed to have a much better relationship with his parents than BLU did. Or at least a relationship at all.

"Hn. Fair point. Lots 'f things we ain't gonna see again."

He leaned forward and watched Tipsy and Teriyaki cautiously sniff each other, ready to pull the crocadog away if she got too aggressive.

[hasstandards]

"Points. Those briefcases we had to protect. Hopefully Soldier. That'd be a plus." The list of things Sniper was sure they'd never see again was fairly lengthy if he included the good and the bad. And thinking of that brought a question that admittedly troubled him to mind: would it really be all that terrible if they didn't go back

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Wouldn't mind seein' one 'f them briefcases again. Least in this place, probably ain't any repercussions fer opening th' things. I wouldn't mind knowin' what we're fightin' fer. Though it's probably jus' a bunch of blank papers." He had to admit he was curious about the contents of the briefcase, even though he'd still do his job regardless of what was in it, he wasn't getting paid to care about what was inside. But still, he wanted to know.

"Troid askin' one of th' Spies 'bout it once, th' way he avoided th' question made me think he didn't know either." Glancing over at the RED he noted the new more upset posture and turned quickly so he was looking elsewhere. "You alroight mate?"

[hasstandards]

"I'm fine, mate," RED answered on reflex, sounding marginally less fine than he insisted. "I never thought too hard about what was in those things. So long as we were getting paid." One thing was for certain: things had been a lot simpler when it was just him and the job. He no longer had his parents or their approval looming over him, but they'd simply been replaced with other concerns, ones he knew better than to get worked up over... and yet, they still controlled him in some way.

He was quiet a moment. There was a part of him that was hesitant to bring up their drinking night again, especially after what had happened- apparently and allegedly. Still, there were some questions he couldn't answer on his own. "Sorry about last time I was at your house, mate. I really underestimated how bad my tolerance is these days. Bein' in the hospital'll do that to ya, I suppose."

[bye_to_yer_head]

The BLU shrugged and decided to let it drop reaching down to pat both Tipsy and Teriyaki who seemed to have come to some sort of truce, with Tipsy laying down and chewing on her toy, just watching the other dog.

"S'not a problem. Mostly my fault. Pretty sure I encouraged ya t' give Pyro a mailbox wrapped in foil." Actually he was definitely sure that's what he did, and looking back on it he couldn't fathom why. He didn't think he was that drunk where giving someone a mailbox would be a good idea, not to mention that he wasn't about to encourage the RED's completely unprofessional relationship with a teammate.

[hasstandards]

"It- mostly your fault!?" RED's mood shifted in an instant, so much so that even Teriyaki's head turned toward them as the pup wondered if something was wrong with his master. "What the bloody hell were you encouragin' me for?"

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Hey, it was yer bloody idea! I jus' went along with it!" He snorted irritably and pulled his hat lower over his eyes.

"Yer th' one who started carryin' on about how you should be gettin' Pyro presents for some blasted reason. I jus' said if you were gonna get her somethin' you should wrap it." Granted his suggestion had also involved said wrapping being a bow made of tin-foil but he was fine with leaving that detail out.

[hasstandards]

"Would've been nice for you to knocked some bloody sense into me," RED cut back, teeth grinding as he bristled. "I was too pissed to know what I was doing. I don't even remember half the night, unlike you."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Well it seemed loike a good idea at th' toime! Wasn't loike I was stone cold sober or nothin'." Though admittedly he had been sober enough to have stopped the RED had he really wanted to. But for some reason he hadn't.

"Did you actually give her th' mailbox?"

[hasstandards]

"Apparently." RED pushed his glasses aside, rubbing his face as he recalled the mortification he'd experienced when he found out what he'd done in his state of inebriation.

[bye_to_yer_head]

BLU just grunted in response and stared off into the distance, trying to not think too hard about any of this.

"An' how'd it go?"

[hasstandards]

"I... have no idea." To be fair, he did have some clue, given what had happened on Valentine's Day and how things were advancing faster than he could process them.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "To be honest, I don't even remember givin' it to her. She didn't try to kill me with it, so I assume she didn't think it was all that bad."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"I'm sure it was cos 'f my fine packagin' advice." He smirked a bit, sure he didn't really condone what was going on, but it was hard to escape the comedic quality of giving someone a mailbox.