Yes, I like goats

Roleplay blog of an ol' sniper, now assistant, of BLU team at CP_Mountain Lab. Selective, for Mountain users only and close friends, but do send an ask if you would really like to Roleplay (I'm more than willing to talk). Next lunar eclipse: April 4, 2015

[deadshotaborigine]

administrative-engideer;

“Well, in an ideal world, she doesn’t eat the goat in the first place. I’m just gonna let it happen, though. Need some entertainment over here, mate.”

“Eat!? WHY WOULD SHE EAT A CUTE GOAT?”

[administrative-engideer]

”…You know what, I’m not even gonna try and stop you.”

[deadshotaborigine]

“O-Oh... so you’re gonna let her.... deal with a goat. At customs?”

[deadshotaborigine]

Can’t stop me now, Cole.

[deadshotaborigine]

I’m gonna order a goat to be shipped in, to rebel.

[deadshotaborigine]

[ Kinda just retreats back to the safety of his office. Fame isn’t for him. ]

[deadshotaborigine]

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Famous.

[deadshotaborigine]

I’m famous now.             I found a girl.

[deadshotaborigine]

// @ the tf2 comic update: my oc is confirmed canon. everyone out

[jarredmedicine]

➵

“My asshole roommate, who else? This isn’t huffy, this is–

…I heard that and I appreciate that it’s a problem… thought it was just me taking note. You wanna tell him that yourself? If anything, you’re the one being vague… with all due respect.”

[deadshotaborigine]

“Nah, not particularly--O-oh wait... you kinda meant that in a daring sense. Oh. You saw how he acted around me last time, anyway, n’... eh... yeah.

We don’t get on well... just thought I wos helpin’ you... ‘cos you call him an asshole so much. Sorry...”

[jarredmedicine]

➵

“No, no, we–

We were joking about this lady being out in the wilderness–well, he was, I misunderstood and… hmph. Take that however you want.”

[deadshotaborigine]

“He? Bit vague if y’as me... had a lot of vagueness recently.

Look, don’t get huffy with me, I was just askin’... next time maybe I won’t hire to help you, on account of y’roommate playin’ soldier n’all...”

[jarredmedicine]

“You weren’t joking, you actually took her in! What the fuck?!”

[deadshotaborigine]

“I can’t tell if that’s in good or bad tone...”

[cuntsmansniper-blog-blog]

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[ His head snaps up with a new sort of desperation welling up in his eyes. What he blurts out is almost pathetic considering how highly he held himself to begin with. ] I-I’ll take it home! I… I’ll be gentle… [ Gingerly his fingers outstretch to pet the little guy, as if he had been graced with something amazing. Biting his lips, the sniper giddily mumbles under his breath in an attempt to withhold excitement. ] I-It’s so soft…

[deadshotaborigine]

I-I... found him on the roadside. Eh... took me a while t’catch him, ‘cos he’s so young n’all... thought somewhere away from predators would be best, y’know?

[ Offering the bun, like some form of small bread, Jakey nods towards Vincent to take it. ]

B-but... maybe you’ll look after it better...? Cole won’t let me keep pets, in the admin room... lamul.

[cuntsmansniper-blog-blog]

➵

[ Aggressively steps forwards. ]

You came over here. M’ not your teammate; what other reason did you have other than to show off and gloat?! [ He huffs, those brown eyes showing a hint of envy. Looks like showing off worked–he’s even starting to blend his words together. ]

Jus’ … let me touch it!

[deadshotaborigine]

I-I don’t gloat! I-I don’t. J-just wanted t’find a place for it t’call home. [ Mumbles shyly. ]

[ Slowly uncovers his small little friend. He seems to have submitted to the RED’s words. ]

G-go on... if it’ll make you less snappy.

[cuntsmansniper-blog-blog]

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[ Those eyes manage to narrow further as he gives the ‘package’ another glimpse. ]

How can you expect something like that to not get my attention? You’re flaunting it around. [ He takes a step closer. ]

Give it to me.

[deadshotaborigine]

[ STEPS BACKWARD. ]

I-I don’t usually j-just...?! Well... trust people with stuff like this, first time we’ve met. --I don’t even know y’name, and you’re already comin’ on t’the lill’ fella!

[fingerscarchive-blog]

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I looked at them, they are clean. And anyone smart would put a tracker in a vital place; like the stomach! Hands fall off really easy.

[ There’s a mere moment of hesitation as Binh collects his thoughts, knowing that releasing said person’s name would result in more trouble than praise. ]

A BLU friend. “Pickle”.

[deadshotaborigine]

Yeah! B-... but... still... yeah. Huh.

[ Taps fingers together. ]

There ain’t no one on my base called ‘pickle’. Nor anyone on my team called pickle. Spit it out already--n’I don’t mean the pickle.

[cuntsmansniper-blog-blog]

[ Shuffles over Vinny's 'territory', apparently cradling something small in his hands. What could it be? ]

[ Huffy sniper with skeptical eyes. Gloved fingers go to nab one of the idle arrow fletchings sitting within his quiver, but they freeze up when the man gets closer with a second thought. ] 

Is that… yours?

[deadshotaborigine]

[ Taking a sharp breath in, it’s not long before Jake’s face goes red from being purely flustered. ]

M-maybe it is? U-uh... [ His eyes dart around near the RED’s feet, unsure what to say. ]

Why were you even lookin’ there? Did it take your interest?

[fingerscarchive-blog]

➵

[fingerscarchive-blog]

A friend. It… took longer than you would think, but I am happy–

[ He pauses at their gesture of disapproval, obviously upset. ]

Enough..? Wh–no, I don’t! I… you can’t expect me to only research on hands. And I will take all of them! Please. I’m onto a great thing here.

[deadshotaborigine]

[ Taps his chin gently, eyes still wider than the norm. ]

You shouldn’t even be researchin’ in the first place. W-we dunno wot kinda tech those hands have! Wot if they’ve got a tracker on ‘em? Y’base could be in trouble ‘cos of three hands.

--S-still, I’d like a name. Who gave ‘em to you?