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for kindlechaotic cause it’s summer and I like their pyro UvU He matches with my summer oswald))
http://autumnbotaum.tumblr.com/post/86487371268/for-kindlechaotic-cause-its-summer-and-i-like Yeeee ))
!!oh wow thank you!! Sorry I haven't been RPing much I'm so busy with school at the moment !! But thank you this is wonderful!!
"K!! I've run out of hair gel and now I look like a hobo! Only true love's kiss can do up my up do!"
He blinks, chuckling a little as he held up Oswald's former pompadour.
"Dunno how that'd help, pal. Yous sure?" Now the medic's brown locks were somewhat blacker, thanks to the thick amount of silt which always covered the pyro's gloves.
"K!" The Spy trotted towards the Pyro, smiling brightly. "K, how have you been? It's me, Michael!"
He stares at the spy for a good long time before something seems to click.
"Hey - hey," he brings his hand down to pat the other on the shoulder quite roughly - accidentally. "Yous."
Hey! You!
*He takes a while to register the other, but soon he's looking up at him, slowly standing to his feet to talk.* Hey! Pal - what's up? *He struggles with his mask, eventually lifting it so he can talk more freely.*
K?
The pyro would be laying on the ground in the middle of the almost empty battle field, staring up into the sky through his slightly damaged mask, not realizing that he had company for a few moments. Eventually, like a bear waking from hibernation, he slowly sat up, looking towards the medic for a moment before lifting his mask up slightly to reveal that familiar grin.
"Hey, pal," he spoke slowly, perhaps because he had just woken up, if what he had just been doing was sleeping, that is.
"You know wot we ought to do? A sleep over for old time’s sake! Camping out too! We simply must catch up, and I just have to tell you about everything that’s happened since you’ve gone! There’s a lot to catch up on, love!" He laughed, and he leaned down to give the pyro one last squeeze. "Wot do you say?"
"Yeah? I like that idea, I don't think I can turn down the posibility of a fire, yous know?" He nodded, rubbing his gloved hand over his face in thought, accidentally smudging soot all over his chin.
"Yeah, yeah," he paused, soon returning the hug - lifting the medic off of the ground once more before finally placing him back down.
"Best idea I've heard in a while, pal."
K?
The pyro would be laying on the ground in the middle of the almost empty battle field, staring up into the sky through his slightly damaged mask, not realizing that he had company for a few moments. Eventually, like a bear waking from hibernation, he slowly sat up, looking towards the medic for a moment before lifting his mask up slightly to reveal that familiar grin.
"Hey, pal," he spoke slowly, perhaps because he had just woken up, if what he had just been doing was sleeping, that is.
"Wot? Wot better place is there by your side, whether it be setting things on fire or making articles of clothing!" He replied with a faint shake of his head. "You know that I won’t go anywhere! You can always find me in my infirmary, cleaning the floors or polishing my organ jars! I’m always here! By the way, did you ever get that tailor kit I sent you? I didn’t know if you did…! I was hoping it would give you a new hobby…! Find out more about yourself!"
He chuckled, grinning once again.
"I guess," is all he said, soon nodding along as the medic spoke.
"Yeah, yeah. I got it - I used it to make the jacket, yous know. I don't have anything else I could have used. So that's what gave me the idea, yeah," he explained as best he could, wishing some part had remained so he could show it to the medic.
Now he felt somewhat weird, realising what he was missing he leaned down and, with ease, hauled his mallet up onto it's spot on his shoulder. There, that felt familiar.
K?
The pyro would be laying on the ground in the middle of the almost empty battle field, staring up into the sky through his slightly damaged mask, not realizing that he had company for a few moments. Eventually, like a bear waking from hibernation, he slowly sat up, looking towards the medic for a moment before lifting his mask up slightly to reveal that familiar grin.
"Hey, pal," he spoke slowly, perhaps because he had just woken up, if what he had just been doing was sleeping, that is.
"Oh…"
He really should have checked this base over everything else. He perked up some at feeling those soot covered hands on his face, cheeks flushing slightly at realizing the other had seen him crying. “Y-Yes, I’m quite alright…! I’m sorry, I really am, it’s just that you were one of my first friends and… It’s so nice to see you here, alive and well…!”
He gave a shy smile. “Well I mean, I do so hope that you’re well…! Have you tried out any of your tailor techniques? I haven’t forgotten that!”
"'Course I'm well. I don't go anywhere yous know. And there's respawn and all," he nodded, soon turning his head to face the other properly once more.
"Yeah, yeah. I am. Made a jacket too - but I didn't fire proof it, it's ashes now. But it looked great for a few hours," he chuckled, trying to make light of the unfortunate situation.
"I thought yous were gone and all. Like - found somewhere better to be, yous know?"
K?
The pyro would be laying on the ground in the middle of the almost empty battle field, staring up into the sky through his slightly damaged mask, not realizing that he had company for a few moments. Eventually, like a bear waking from hibernation, he slowly sat up, looking towards the medic for a moment before lifting his mask up slightly to reveal that familiar grin.
"Hey, pal," he spoke slowly, perhaps because he had just woken up, if what he had just been doing was sleeping, that is.
"Oh I missed you too, you bloody wanker." He replied, giving a peck to the man’s chin as he continued to hug the other. He pulled back after a moment, wiping at his eyes beneath his spectacles. "I thought you gone and run off or died… I don’t know wot I would have done if something terrible happened to you! I’ve already lost on bloke like that, I don’t want to lose you in that same way, K…!"
He looked around. “So then… You’ve been here? Where is here exactly? You couldn’t have been on the floor…!”
"Nah - yous won't lose me. I don't go anywhere," he frowned for a moment, soon moving his soot covered glove to hold the other's face. It took him a while before he noticed why he had wiped his eyes.
"Yous okay, pal?" His eyesight was horrible, but he could just make out the remnants of tears.
"And here, around here. Burning things. I don't move much, I told yous," he explained, more concerned about the other then where he had been, not that he could accurately remember.
K?
The pyro would be laying on the ground in the middle of the almost empty battle field, staring up into the sky through his slightly damaged mask, not realizing that he had company for a few moments. Eventually, like a bear waking from hibernation, he slowly sat up, looking towards the medic for a moment before lifting his mask up slightly to reveal that familiar grin.
"Hey, pal," he spoke slowly, perhaps because he had just woken up, if what he had just been doing was sleeping, that is.
"K, where have you been?!" He gasped, quickly walking over to the other and wrapping his bony arms around the RED pyro. "It’s been ages since you’ve come to see me, and I hadn’t any idea where you could’ve been! Well… I mean this base was the first place I look, so… That was mostly my fault."
It was slow, but soon he returned the hug, standing and even lifting the medic off of the ground once he fully recognized who he was talking to.
"Been? Here," he motioned to where he was laying, not giving much thought to it. "Just ... here - yous know?" He tilted his head in thought, turning slightly to get a look at him through his good eye.
"I missed yous," he patted him on the shoulder, the grin widening as he spoke.
K?
The pyro would be laying on the ground in the middle of the almost empty battle field, staring up into the sky through his slightly damaged mask, not realizing that he had company for a few moments. Eventually, like a bear waking from hibernation, he slowly sat up, looking towards the medic for a moment before lifting his mask up slightly to reveal that familiar grin.
"Hey, pal," he spoke slowly, perhaps because he had just woken up, if what he had just been doing was sleeping, that is.
Coloytes - by Growly
Oswald peeked out from under K's bed and gently placed a present on top of the pyro's bed. He peered around beneath the mattress, making sure none was watching, before skittering out and into the hallway. He quietly hoped the little sewing kit wasn't as effeminate as he feared it would appear, and instead be a little joy for the other to try and tailor again.
K returned back to his room - quickly finding the only thing in the room that didn't look a little burnt. He sat on the bed, looking at it for a moment before that usual grin formed on his lips. He had a good idea of who'd given it too him, after all, he only did tell one person what he used to be. Perhaps he'd find some material later ... or something of the sort.
The only thing left was to finish what he'd begun to make for the medic.
When your muse misses another, but you don’t want to bug their mun. When you miss certain threads, but don’t want to bug the other mun.
When you feel like you’re always bugging another mun…
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas… to cover the mess ~
!I think one major flaw of K is that he doesn't know how to word.!
Oswald looked up at the little jingle bell and laughed. "Yes, it is quite a splendid hat, K! I'll cherish it forever! Even during the summer months! Say, wot say you and I camp out in my bedroom to welcome you back? It'll be good fun!"
"Just don't wear it when it's too hot, yeah? I wouldn't want yous getting heat stroke," he warned lightly, not seeming too phased by the comment. He was sure Oswald could take care of himself.
"Yous got any ideas for that? Like, I dunno, pal - what do people do? Movies? Cooking? But yeah!"