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[OOC: This call is backdated to directly after drunken arts & crafts shenanigans.]
More than a little disoriented and unsteady, RED turned over BLU's suggestions in his mind, his intoxication making it hard to focus on any one thing for very long. One thought did stand as most prevalent in his mind: Valentine's Day. He'd never really had a point in celebrating it before, but now that he did, he wanted to do it right. It occurred to him that his mailbox, while a practical present that he was sure would please Pyro (or at least that was what his drunk stupor was telling him), wasn't exactly something special. Valentine's Day was a special day, and therefore, the gifts had to be special too.
But what was it women considered special? He couldn't ask BLU or Ringo- one was a man, the other was a dog, and neither was of the female persuasion. Maybe Cassidy, though she was kind of a dog too. It struck him after another moment, his mind sluggish with all the alcohol clouding it: Miss Pauling! She was a woman and she knew Pyro. She'd probably know what would be the best gift for the holiday, something that would really impress the fire-wielder.
Having a seat on a bench, he pulled out his communicator.
[Video]
[The feed- public, because he is too intoxicated to tell he's failed to make a private phone call yet again- clicks on to show RED looking a bit woozy-eyed... and he's grinning about something. Stuck clumsily under the strap for his rifle holster is a mailbox, the wooden stake attached to it decorated with a bow made of tin foil and a dart for his gun holding it in place. The mailbox blocks the view slightly, but his voice hints that he's had far more than a few too many drinks.]
Miss Pauling? I need to ask you a question about Valentine's Day.
More than a little disoriented and unsteady, RED turned over BLU's suggestions in his mind, his intoxication making it hard to focus on any one thing for very long. One thought did stand as most prevalent in his mind: Valentine's Day. He'd never really had a point in celebrating it before, but now that he did, he wanted to do it right. It occurred to him that his mailbox, while a practical present that he was sure would please Pyro (or at least that was what his drunk stupor was telling him), wasn't exactly something special. Valentine's Day was a special day, and therefore, the gifts had to be special too.
But what was it women considered special? He couldn't ask BLU or Ringo- one was a man, the other was a dog, and neither was of the female persuasion. Maybe Cassidy, though she was kind of a dog too. It struck him after another moment, his mind sluggish with all the alcohol clouding it: Miss Pauling! She was a woman and she knew Pyro. She'd probably know what would be the best gift for the holiday, something that would really impress the fire-wielder.
Having a seat on a bench, he pulled out his communicator.
[Video]
[The feed- public, because he is too intoxicated to tell he's failed to make a private phone call yet again- clicks on to show RED looking a bit woozy-eyed... and he's grinning about something. Stuck clumsily under the strap for his rifle holster is a mailbox, the wooden stake attached to it decorated with a bow made of tin foil and a dart for his gun holding it in place. The mailbox blocks the view slightly, but his voice hints that he's had far more than a few too many drinks.]
Miss Pauling? I need to ask you a question about Valentine's Day.