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Indie Demoman RP blog

[efnovi]

My back and shoulders are sore. Keep wincing when I stretch any certain way.

[corstrewth]

I’m tired of participating. I keep doing. My job. I keep being really. Consistent, effective at. At my work. But I know. I could do better. If I felt like it. Which I don’t.  This weekend, maybe. There will be a pause. I’ll say this now, though. We probably won’t do it… Wanna see a movie?

[efnovi]

That sounds about right. Love this line of work but damn if I don't still go through a while where I'd rather take a hike, or at least stay in bed.

What kind of film are you thinkin? 

Oh you still have the sweets I gave you a little while ago, huh?

[corstrewth]

All I wanna do. Is eat chocolate. Fuck working. 

#I'm tired of this. I desire free time.#To sit on my ass.

[efnovi]

Ah, well. I probably shouldn't mention how bored I've been of bullshiting work lately, eh...heh.

Sorry lad, even with the week half over, there doesn't look to be any slowing down soon.

[corstrewth]

Travis and I. Went to the Japanese dollar store? It’s… amazing. It was hard. To get Trav to leave. I’m eating. Cherry candy now. It’s good… They have. Koala cookies? I love them. I… may have bought too many notebooks…

[efnovi]

I'm pretty sure neither of us will ever need this many notebooks. They're real nice though! Dunno if I'd have the heart to ever use this rose shaped loofah either, but I like it. We had fun.

Not about the cheap store but you got new boots, were they comfortable?

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Just as Travis had hoped, Mick’s face heated up at the compliment, pouting a bit before going to take a bite of mashed potatoes. “Tha’s gay, m-mate… Wot, g-got some koinda c-crush on me?” he stuttered, his suspicions more or less confirmed when he saw quite a few boxes of candies for him. “D-din’t have ta git so m-many, Oi…” the shorter man mumbled, going to take the sweets out and look over them all. He’d eat some after dinner, he reasoned. Otherwise, all he would eat would be treats. 

Looking up at his computer screen, he snorted before laughing a bit, remembering when his desktop looked rather similar. “Mmm… gotta organoize awl this, then,” Michael said, scratching at his curly mop of hair as he thought of how to make it look nicer, and perhaps a bit easier to maneuver in. “L-let’s eat first, th-though…” he said, going to take a bite but pausing before it reached his mouth. “Mmm… thanks… fer th’ s-sweets… Yer… awlways r-real noice t-ta me,” he mumbled, looking away. 

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The retort he was given in reaction made Travis chuckle and wear a cheeky look on his face, though he didn't give much of a response other than a slight shrug, sort of teasing more though Mick was correct to assume that the sweets he offered were confirming of his affections. "I made you feel awful after I acted awl cranky, I'm just making up for that.", He stated with a smile, "I know ye said it was fine but I felt guilty just letting things hang like that.". Sort of thrown for a loop when the shorter man looked away and laughed, the confused demo made a quiet and brief grunt and asked, "What? 'Something wrong with it?", he sounded puzzled, though he agreed to eat his dinner before messing with it since otherwise he would forget about the food. Taking a spoonful of the potatoes in his mouth while Mick thanked him and looked a bit shy, Travis felt accomplished. "Well, I do like you. Quite a bit.", He said, his voice just as hushed as his friend's, and he finished the pork and green beans off quickly. 

[corstrewth]

Burger likes. Crawling into my shirt. I don’t have the heart, to stop them. I’ve got poop, on my shoulder, now… 

[efnovi]

That's to cute. Gross too, but cute. 

[corstrewth]

Whenever Travis would respond honestly to his jokes as if they were questions, Mick would smile in response. He found it cute, especially since he often did the same thing to the Demoman, often without realizing it at all. “Oi’m a t-t-terrible cook an’ Oi ain’t e-even facked up ‘tatuhs…” he responded, following along behind the bigger man as he started towards his room. 

Not used to seeing the other’s space so clean, he was slightly impressed the other bothered to clean just for him… Well, maybe it’d just gotten too messy for him recently. Michael did that often, himself, after all. Walking to sit down at the desk, the marksman set his food down before turning to look at Trav again. “Y-yeah? Yeh l-loike th’… p-picture yeh took, o’ course… Oi loiked it t-too… made me l-look awlroight,” he mumbled shyly, having just been glad the bigger man had thought to take his photo like that. “Le’s eat, eh?” he said, before starting to eat his dinner. 

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Travis made a sort of scoff and chuckled, finishing a bite of the pork before he set the fork down hit the power button. Taking a drink of his beer first, the bulkier man turned his chair to face his friend and crossed his ankles. "All I did was point it at you. You did the work, lookin' handsome on your own.", He flattered Mick, partially teasing him to just see if the thinner man's cheeks would tint red in shyness.

"Anyway, 'eard that your day 'adn't been all that pleasant...an' ye asked for chocolates earlier in the week, 'got a few kinds for ye.", Travis leaned over a bit to open one of the drawers of the desk, a few assorted boxes of candies, not just chocolate, were set on some folders inside. It'd taken a few moments but now that the computer was on, he fiddled about with signing in while the smaller man took a look at the sweet gifts. His wallpaper was one of the defaults and the arrangement of the icons was chaotic but he didn't seem totally clueless about the machine.

[corstrewth]

With Travis’ arm around his shoulders, the smile didn’t stay off Mick’s face long, wrapping his own arm around the others back, squeezing at his plush side lightly. “Y-yeah? Busy t-toinght, eh? M-must be a meat an’ p-potatuh noight, eh?” the Aussie said, not minding such things much, though he did find it rather boring at times. 

When released, he headed into the kitchen, chuckling as he was accurate in his guess, for the most part. “Green beans… l-love ta hate ‘em…” he said, though he tolerated and ate them, as a child they’d been one of his least favorite foods. Something his father had always liked, along with the dreaded brussel sprout. 

"Oi’ll. eh… Oi’ll h-have pork," Mickey said, not one to adhere to a kosher diet out of fear, worried people would find out and adamantly dislike that he was Jewish. "An’ mash p-potatuhs, ‘course… does anyone n-not loike them, Oi w-wonder?” he said, serving himself some of each and nodding at Travis’ suggestion. “S-sure, mate… Don’t m-moind none, gonna end up th-there, anyways, roight?” he said, going to get a soda from the fridge, needing something fizzy in him. Luckily, there was a bottle of cola in there, which he snagged without a second thought. 

[efnovi]

The smaller man returning the friendly touch had made him smile broadly too, though he tensed slightly as Mick had grabbed at him lightly, no other sign of acknowledgement from him over it though. With a sort of huff in reaction to the statement made, the demoman was sort of surprised that the vegetables had been touched at all since much of the team were just as immature about greens as Mick, if not more so. 

With his plate crammed full soon, Travis stepped aside to get a beer for himself from the fridge and shrugged a little bit, "Well, I mean. Any dish can be fucked up, but, that's a pretty versatile root... I imagine there must be some lad out there with a horror story about 'tatoes, heheh.", he had started to answer flatly at first and seemed grateful to get that response since he started that way already.

After opening the door for Mick, the darker man stepped inside behind him and pointed at the chairs that faced a desk in the corner. Usually that space had a plethora of scrap metals and trashed scribbles he put his ideas down on to, but with company over, the small space was actually somewhat inviting. "Saw that you put up that picture, recently too. Dunno if I'd have the nerve to do the same, heh.", He commented as he started to turn on the somewhat bulky pc and eat his food.

[corstrewth]

Travis took this of me… 

[efnovi]

You handsome devil!

[corstrewth]

After a long day of doing his chores, attending to the cleaning and maintenance of his weapons and abode, particularly the part that made it mobile, Mick wandered into the mess hall a bit late. Over an hour since the normal dinner time had passed. Pulling up his now too-big pants, the Aussie was glad he actually felt hungry and up to eating today, entering the kitchen and spotting Travis nearby. 

"Oyyea, how are y-yeh, Trav?" he questioned the other, approaching and gently play punching his gut in greeting. "R-ready ta eat? Oi’m starved, b-been too busy work-kin’ ta do much m-more than snack," Mickey went on to say, looking apologetic as he realized he’d probably left him waiting. "S-sorry. Busy, yeh know… C-cleanin’, workin’… ugh…" he said, groaning at the last part. "W-wot yeh wanna eat, m-mate?" he asked next, heading in to see what they had in the way of food.

[efnovi]

The comforting, familiar tone drew his attention and pulled him out of the sort of daze he had been in, the knuckles that tapped at his belly were a slight surprise though, and he laughed softly. The pitiful expression that spread on Mick's face brought on confusion in him and Travis stepped aside and threw out an arm to drape it over the sniper's shoulders, "What, you think I'm mad? Relax, lad, 'Mostly waited on the crowd t' clear out, the rest of them took long enough that I just thought I'd go 'ead and wait on you. You were speedy in comparrison.", he said. The friendly gesture of half-holding Mick kept them from going anywhere so Travis just pat at the slimmer man's back and parted from him before he followed along. It seemed like it was a rather unimaginative meat-and-potatoes meal, and though Travis grumbled a little about American food, he still served himself a little of everything that was still left. "Seems like liver, pork, mashed an' green beans. Can make a blind guess who took it upon themselves t' make dinner...", Travis said, glancing past the stragglers still in the mess hall before he huffed a little, "Let's just... 'ead back to the bunks, yeah?".

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The mess hall was busy and loud this time of night, grown men fighting for elbow room like impatient children and hollering at one another, the most obvious and recognizable voices were never any surprise to him. Travis dawdled out in the hall, out side for the doorway for a while and made casual greetings and brief chat with some of his team that passed through, but until the rampage died down, the demo was not about to try and strong-arm his way past the other RED men to get to the food. That meant, of course, that he would have to settle with it being lukewarm at best, but the sacrifice was one he was willing to make tonight. 

[skullcutter-blog]

Heheh. I’m sure it’ll be a spectacle, no matter what occurs. There’s nothing not spectacular about these matches, if blood and gore and explosives are what you like. 

Yeah… You could say that. Sounds like me. Like everything being in its place. Cleaning is… therapeutic. If you can believe that. Some people can’t. 

Well, at least it’s not much. Sometimes a lot of work is… daunting. No matter the kind. 

Heh, I’d be willing to share my booze, but not in BLU base, and not when I’m working as well. It’s technically legal to hang out with the enemy off base, isn’t it? Technically. 

[efnovi]

I think I'll enjoy sparing with you, yeah. I can't bitch to much about some tidying, though, it does give a feelin of accomplishment so, I can understand that... 

Anyway yeah, the 'legality' of it is a mess. Never cared for policy jargon, but there's reason to be careful about where you're doing that mingling. 

Or who's involved, obviously. God damn Spies. 

Anyway, we'll work out something after you've been settled in a while.

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>o-[ 

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Shouldn’t make it a habit, probably… But every base is different. Travis, huh? Alright. 

Aye, I did. I’m sure you’ll see my fiery mane on the field soon enough. 

Cleaning, huh? Never been hard for me, find myself cleaning even when I shouldn’t be. The opposite problem, I suppose. Ceasefire is a lovely time. 

I’m having a beer and reorganizing my tools, before getting back to fucking with bombs, you know. Just fiddling, trying to… be prepared, for the next match. It’ll be my debut out here, at least. Been doing this work for ages, though. 

[efnovi]

Heh, I'm starting to look forward to a fight now. Making it out to be a performance, I'll have to out do ye.

Overly attentive to tidiness, eh? I've known some folks like that, they also had to have things is just the right certain way... that the same kind of thing?

I don't have to bother to much with it, I'm not in one part of the base to long at a time but. Still, it's a chore. Sort of a shame we're on opposing sides, though, I'd much rather be having a drink or working. o-/

[corstrewth]

Heheh. Guess I’m… Reliably honest… to a fault. I. IDK what to say… It’s nice. Of you to say that… Kind of hard to believe, sometimes.

Yes! Yeah, I am. I’ll come over, no worries. See. How things go. B^ ) 

Maybe, if I have time. I’ll get some. Snacks to bring over… yeah? Girl Scout cookies, maybe. Keep buyin em from the local troop… I. I love Samoas. I know. You like Thin Mints… 

[efnovi]

Those emotes are going to ruin me lol...... o-\ Can't do a 1-eyed variation well.

Sounds great, though, thanks lad. Good stuff, I've not had any in ages.

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efnovi started following you

Heheh, well. Enemy Demo, huh? Name’s Lochlan, all the same. I’m sure we’ll have loads of fun killing each other. Nice to meet you, how are things at RED?

[efnovi]

I don't usually chat with the opponent but I also don't share any incredulous information here. I'm Travis.

Did you transfer recently? I'd think I would notice a red head.

Eh, distracted. Have to clean house and I keep losing steam for it but all's fine. Anticipating the next ceasefire.

What about you?

[corstrewth]

You. You don’t make me feel bad… Sometimes I just. Overreact. I’m. Emotional, I guess. I’m not proud of it… Don’t see how, that’s a strength. More like a nuisance. 

Good mates… Yeah. I. I like that. If you. Wanna try that, sometime. I won’t stop you. Sorry I’m so… me. 

[efnovi]

I'm not in your head so I don't know, all I can say is that you being as blunt about how you feel is part of why I'm most comfortable talking to you. I like you as you are, I mean.

Heh, you're still going to come by my bunk this evening, aren't you? Let's just see how things go!