[RED had settled on the ground, laying his tools all around him as he leaned his back into the tree behind him. Next to his leg sat his lunch- some sort of a sandwich with bacon on it and a biscuit set atop the paper sack he'd carried it in. Rifle in his lap, he was ready to get started on fixing up the weapon.
Well, almost ready. Just as he started looking the firearm over and deciding where to begin, he heard a familiar thwok from a tree several yards away. Looking around the trunk at his back, he spotted the cause: arrows. That meant BLU was probably nearby. His brow knitted together- he'd not spoken to his rival since their argument. To be fair, it was more of RED's argument, given that BLU had been right. He was letting himself get too involved with Pyro, but too stubborn to ask for any sort of advice. It was up to him to handle it alone. That was just how he did things.
Another thwok- he turned his attention to the gun, trying not to think too hard about the noise.]
*Tipsy trots up to the tree full of arrows, making a squeaky barking noise when she spots the other Sniper. But back to her task. She chomps down on an arrow, leaving the point in the tree and waddles back to BLU with the tail end of it.
BLU sighs, patting her head, before patiently leading her back to the tree and pulling the other half out.*
Ya gotta get this too Tips. I ain't gonna be able t' shoot anyone with half an arrow.
*He held the other half of the arrow out to her, smiling softly and scratching the little tuft of fur on her head. Chatting with her as if she understood anything he was saying, still having not noticed the RED only a few yards away.*
[RED eyed his rival as he chatted with the crocadog in a similar fashion to the way he talked to Teriyaki. He was out alone for a change, having figured the pup would be all in his things and hopping around in his lap while he was trying to work.
He thought for half a second he might say something, get BLU's attention. He knew somewhere in him that he owed his fellow Sniper an apology, but he couldn't find it in him to muster one up just yet. He pushed a breath through his nose, taking a bite of his sandwich to stifle down all that ran through him. They weren't friends, but that didn't mean he wanted BLU angry at him forever. He owed the guy a lot, as much as he hated to admit he was indebted.
And yet, he kept silent as he felt that awkward stubbornness rising in him, deciding he needed another minute to put together anything that needed to be said. After all, he'd done an awful job defending his position in their last conversation.]
*The smell of bacon in that sandwich mixed with recognizing the other Sniper as a source of food led Tipsy to trot over to him and deposit a broken arrowshaft at his feet, wiggling her butt around in an attempt to wag her tail.
The BLU sighed before following behind her over to the RED. To collect his arrow, not because he has anything to say to the man.*
*Tipsy, finished with her sandwich bit, happily bumbled around BLU's feet making that peculiar squeaky noise. He picked her up and draped her across his shoulders. She happily lounged there, tongue lolling out of a mouth full of too many teeth.*
Yeah. Got it from the police station, or what there is of it. Don't know why I didn't think of that sooner. It needs some work, but so long as it fires, I can't complain.
Hm. I thought there looked like there was one missing.
[He fell into silence again, his temper still biting on him, though not aimed at his rival. While it was true he needed to work on his gun in peace, he stayed out because of that call from Pyro. Facing her with a hot head was just asking for trouble, and there was enough of that on the horizon already.]
I'll have to take Terr out at some point before he gets too old. Need to start 'em young with hunting, but he's a bit small yet.
*BLU cautiously refrained from mentioning that phone call from Pyro. It wasn't any of his business what was going on between the two of them. And mentioning it had made things awkward between them.*
He's got a bit 'f growin' t' do. Sure he'll be a foine hunter.
*He tipped his head at his rival and turned to go back to his target practice.*
Well, almost ready. Just as he started looking the firearm over and deciding where to begin, he heard a familiar thwok from a tree several yards away. Looking around the trunk at his back, he spotted the cause: arrows. That meant BLU was probably nearby. His brow knitted together- he'd not spoken to his rival since their argument. To be fair, it was more of RED's argument, given that BLU had been right. He was letting himself get too involved with Pyro, but too stubborn to ask for any sort of advice. It was up to him to handle it alone. That was just how he did things.
Another thwok- he turned his attention to the gun, trying not to think too hard about the noise.]
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BLU sighs, patting her head, before patiently leading her back to the tree and pulling the other half out.*
Ya gotta get this too Tips. I ain't gonna be able t' shoot anyone with half an arrow.
*He held the other half of the arrow out to her, smiling softly and scratching the little tuft of fur on her head. Chatting with her as if she understood anything he was saying, still having not noticed the RED only a few yards away.*
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He thought for half a second he might say something, get BLU's attention. He knew somewhere in him that he owed his fellow Sniper an apology, but he couldn't find it in him to muster one up just yet. He pushed a breath through his nose, taking a bite of his sandwich to stifle down all that ran through him. They weren't friends, but that didn't mean he wanted BLU angry at him forever. He owed the guy a lot, as much as he hated to admit he was indebted.
And yet, he kept silent as he felt that awkward stubbornness rising in him, deciding he needed another minute to put together anything that needed to be said. After all, he'd done an awful job defending his position in their last conversation.]
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The BLU sighed before following behind her over to the RED. To collect his arrow, not because he has anything to say to the man.*
G'day.
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G'day.
[Reaching forward, he grabbed the arrowshaft and offered it to BLU, still keeping his eyes off his rival.]
I suppose this is yours.
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Yeah. Figured I'd get started on her trainin'.
*He busied himself checking the tension on his bow before speaking again.*
Where's yers today?
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[Silence, save for the noisy chewing of the crocadog. Peace and quiet. Right.]
Hn. Sorry, mate.
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*Not like the crocadog which seemed to have an iron stomach and happily ate socks and chair legs and anything else she could get her teeth on.*
Fer sittin' here? It's a free park. I'll be sure not t' hit ya.
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I meant for the other day. I lost my temper.
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*He strung the bow over his back, adjusting his hat uncomfortably.*
Yeah well, I probably shouldn't 'f pushed it none. S'not loike I'm helpin' any.
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That doesn't mean you're not right.
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*Tipsy, finished with her sandwich bit, happily bumbled around BLU's feet making that peculiar squeaky noise. He picked her up and draped her across his shoulders. She happily lounged there, tongue lolling out of a mouth full of too many teeth.*
See ya got yerself a gun there.
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*He ran his hands over his bow appreciatively.*
Glad I went ahead an' made this. Ya don't find a whole lot 'f left handed guns out there.
*And getting hit in the face with shells when you're reloading is no fun.*
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[He fell into silence again, his temper still biting on him, though not aimed at his rival. While it was true he needed to work on his gun in peace, he stayed out because of that call from Pyro. Facing her with a hot head was just asking for trouble, and there was enough of that on the horizon already.]
I'll have to take Terr out at some point before he gets too old. Need to start 'em young with hunting, but he's a bit small yet.
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He's got a bit 'f growin' t' do. Sure he'll be a foine hunter.
*He tipped his head at his rival and turned to go back to his target practice.*
I'll leave ya to it.
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