Log Post: IDK my bff RED Sniper

[not_onyourside]

Who: RED Sniper and RED Spy
Where: Sniper's townhouse
When: A day or so after Pyro's phone call.
Rating: PG
What: Sniper has been kicked out of the base and Spy comes by to check on his well being

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[hasstandards]

The silence that had reigned since RED's return to the townhouse was broken by a knocking at his front door. Normally, he might have simply answered, or even inquired who was there first; however, in his solitude since the fight with Pyro, RED had lost most of the uncontrolled vehemence that had been building in him, left with an absolute despondence in its wake. He had no job anymore, and wasn't even considered part of the team by the person he wanted to desperately to protect. He couldn't talk to Teriyaki about it, as returning to the house probably meant certain death, as he was no longer Pyro's... anything, really. In truth, a man with no reason to live shouldn't have been left in a house with only his weapons for company

[not_onyourside]

Spy had expected Sniper to be in a sorry state, but expecting it and seeing it were two different things. Startled by his teammates appearance, his cheerful greeting died in his throat as he stared at the living embodiment of emotional turmoil that was Sniper.

Staring at him probably wasn't helping things. He cautiously entered the residence, closing the door behind him as if that would help shut out everything that had happened. He set the bag down on the table and sat across from Sniper, hoping he wasn't about to get shot.

"Bonjour. I brought you something to eat eef you are eenterested. Also zhe rest of zhe coffee from zhe base since no one else drinks it." Forcing a smile he produced the can from his bag offefing it invitingly.

[hasstandards]

He wasn't interested in the food, as evidenced by his complete nonreaction at its mention; however, his hand halted its work for half a second as his eyes flicked to the can offered to him.

And back to polishing it went, his momentary distraction just that. His voice was low when he spoke, graveled. "I appreciate the thought, but I just want to be left alone."

[not_onyourside]

Undeterred he put the can of coffee within easy reach of Sniper, opening the lid a little to let the tantalizing smell drift out.

"You should know by now eet ees not so easy to be rid of me." He smirked and got to his feet shouldering the bag of groceries. "Now, where ees your kitchen?"