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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[Action]

[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.]

[Action]

[meettheknife]

You are right! She is too fat!

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[bye_to_yer_head]

Of course she is, she's half crocodile! She's supposed t' be.

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[meettheknife]

[Shrug.]

Where is my drink?

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[bye_to_yer_head]

Back at yer base!

Did you jus' come here t' be annoyin'?

[Action]

[meettheknife]

I might 'ave. [He fiddles with his collar.]

Are you going to 'it me?

[Action]

[bye_to_yer_head]

I wasn't plannin' on it. Why?

[Action]

[meettheknife]

Oh. [he seems disheartened.]

Would you like to?

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[bye_to_yer_head]

Only if ya don't stop with bein' an annoyin' lil pest.

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[meettheknife]

Would you like to 'it me?

You can if you'd like.

[Action]

[bye_to_yer_head]

I .. No.

*BLU grimaced, wondering if Spy was some kind of masochist that wanted to get hit.*

You came over here t' let me hit ya?

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[meettheknife]

[And his collar needs to be fiddles with again.]

You looked depressed, I sought it might 'elp...

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[bye_to_yer_head]

You came here, t' let me hit you so I wouldn't be depressed?

*He just stares at the Spy in disbelief, not understanding.*

Why do you care if I'm depressed. Which I ain't.

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[meettheknife]

Oui, I did.

You looked so pazetic sitting zere in ze dark, it saddened me to see it.

[Another way of saying he's worried.]

[Action]

[bye_to_yer_head]

That ain't none 'f yer business!

*Though he's a little taken aback that Spy even cared.*

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[meettheknife]

I never said it was, but it does not 'ave to be my business for me to feel put off by it.