9th Headshot || [Accidental Video]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*The comm clicks to life broadcasting a black screen with a tiny sliver of greyish light. The communicator is sitting on the floor, with a large, scaly, crocadog butt plopped right on top of it. There's a few seconds of this before the feed finally shows something mildly interesting. The crocadog gives a soft whine and waddles over toward another

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[meettheknife]

[Spy is intrigued by the scene in front of him. He almost says something, then it occurs to him that his voice is the last thing a distraught Sniper needs. He doesn't need to ask what's going on, even someone less observant would be able to piece it together.

While he's grown used to both of the broody, grumpy Snipers, this is far from normal for the BLU man. He decides talking to him through the comm would be both awkward and embarrassing for the other man, so he heads over to his place and knocks on the door.

He's going to let him punch him in the face.]

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[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper debates about even answering it, content to let Tipsy run around barking squeakily at whatever is on the other side. But after a few moments he gets to his feet, shoving the chain back into his ammo pouch and pulling Tipsy away so she doesn't tear whoever it is to pieces.

Upon opening the door he just .. stares. That is not who he expected to see.*

G'day.

*He sounds totally drained.*

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[meettheknife]

Bonjour! You look better zan usual today.

[He beams at the other before looking around to see what the barking is. Wow. That's new.]

Is zat an iguana? It is very fat.

May I come in?

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[bye_to_yer_head]

She ain't an iguana, she's a crocadog.

*As if Spy should know what that is. He picks her up so she doesn't do more damage to Spy's already messed up pants.*

What th' hell for?

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[meettheknife]

Cro-ca-dog....?

[He shakes his head, he's seen stranger things. He's not going to admit he finds it kind of cute.]

Because I wanted to talk.

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[bye_to_yer_head]

Don't ask.

*He glares at Spy with all the strength he can muster, which admittedly isn't much right now, before stepping back to let Spy in. He gives Tipsy a head pat before locking her in the other room so she doesn't eat Spy.*

Of course you do.

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[meettheknife]

But I am curious...

[He steps in and watches the dog, a little disappointed that he doesn't get a better look at it, but his suit has suffered enough.

Now he's going to stare expectantly at Sniper.]

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[bye_to_yer_head]

You're curious?

About th' dog? She ain't exactly friendly an' I don't want her hidin' yer limbs under the couch.

Her name's Tipsy.

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[meettheknife]

Sounds a tad impractical.

Are you going to offer me somezhing to drink?

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[bye_to_yer_head]

I'm workin' on it okay? It's hard t' train a critter that's part croc and keeps eatin' my socks.

You came here. I ain't gonna offer you nothin'.

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[meettheknife]

Rude! I am your guest!

If I were not 'ere you would still be moping!

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[bye_to_yer_head]

I'm not moping!

*Okay, even he can't say that with a straight face.*

Stop Spyin' on me. Bloody communicator doovalacky.

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[meettheknife]

I would 'ardly call it spying if you make it so easy.

Why are you moping? Because you are alone on Valentine's? Should you really be surprised?

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[bye_to_yer_head]

I ain't makin' it easy. Damn thing turned on by itself.

*Note to self: train dog to not butt dial people.*

Maybe. An' I ain't surprised. And more importantly it's not any of your bloody business!

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[meettheknife]

Is zat why you are moping? Moping because you are spending valentines day wizh your iguana?

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[bye_to_yer_head]

She ain't an iguana!