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[gentle, muffled whistling, accompanied by the slight squeak of rubber] [[Indie RP blog for RED Pyro OC, multiship/multiverse and willing to rp with everyone!! ♥]]

[squidmanalamort]

Someone was baking. Ale could tell. They entered the kitchen nose-first, monstrous teeth exposed in a tiny grin. It was surprisingly quiet, their approach, but once they saw the baker was Prawn, the smile grew a bit. They were going to peek over his shoulder, but gosh, Prawn was so tall. They peeked around the Spy's side instead. "Whatcha makin', friend?"

He appeared to be making a certain kind of cinnamon roll, one you let chill over night then bake for breakfast in the morning. A few lay in the pan already, but most of them were still strips, still needing a dusting of the sugars and cinnamon. He smiled down at the other, even with his large teeth. “Sticky rolls. Want… to help?”

[squidmanalamort]

He let the pyro do his thing, maybe putting the cinnamon on in exccess but he wasnt about to complain! There were little chocolate chips and candied fruit bits and other little things if the pyro was feeling creative too. He smiled at the mention of the gift, finding it kind from the monstery person, even if he had a hard time remembering his name. “Is fine… not best… with names either. I am Prawn. You are….. Ale… yes?”

[pirolvido]

They definitely seemed to think more was better, but they seemed to be having fun with it. “Prawn. Like the fish. Prawn. Will try to remember.” They nodded, brows furrowed as they tried to commit the name to memory. “Yes! Ale is me. You remembered!” 

Ale seemed to notice the extra bits, then, pausing to carefully arrange a few in a nice little pattern. They gave another nod before talking again. “You are very nice. Most Spies are big meanies. Are you sure you are a spy?”

Send “What’s That Up There?” for our Muses to meet under a mistletoe.

[squidmanalamort]

Someone was baking. Ale could tell. They entered the kitchen nose-first, monstrous teeth exposed in a tiny grin. It was surprisingly quiet, their approach, but once they saw the baker was Prawn, the smile grew a bit. They were going to peek over his shoulder, but gosh, Prawn was so tall. They peeked around the Spy's side instead. "Whatcha makin', friend?"

He appeared to be making a certain kind of cinnamon roll, one you let chill over night then bake for breakfast in the morning. A few lay in the pan already, but most of them were still strips, still needing a dusting of the sugars and cinnamon. He smiled down at the other, even with his large teeth. “Sticky rolls. Want… to help?”

[squidmanalamort]

“Well… ahh…” He procured a second duster and filled it with contents similar to what he had, handing it to the pyro before gesturing to the other dough strips he had laid out on the counter. “Need to put… tasty things… into that. Think.. can help?”

[pirolvido]

“Yeeee!” Ale sang, taking the duster with both hands. They stood on their tip toes to reach the farthest strip, tapping dust out on them delicately. “I made you a present! I like you a lot. It isn’t finished yet, though. I do not remember your name though. Sorry.” 

[squidmanalamort]

Someone was baking. Ale could tell. They entered the kitchen nose-first, monstrous teeth exposed in a tiny grin. It was surprisingly quiet, their approach, but once they saw the baker was Prawn, the smile grew a bit. They were going to peek over his shoulder, but gosh, Prawn was so tall. They peeked around the Spy's side instead. "Whatcha makin', friend?"

He appeared to be making a certain kind of cinnamon roll, one you let chill over night then bake for breakfast in the morning. A few lay in the pan already, but most of them were still strips, still needing a dusting of the sugars and cinnamon. He smiled down at the other, even with his large teeth. “Sticky rolls. Want… to help?”

[pirolvido]

“Yes!” the Pyro chirped, moving over to stand next to him. “If you do not mind. I love baking. Love Christmas. What can I do? They look good.” Ale bounced a little as they spoke, apparently unable to just stand there.

[squidmanalamort]

Prawn took the hand offered to him and gave it a firm shake, introducing himself. He decided to let the statement on him smiling more go unnoticed. “Can… call me… Prawn.”

An afterthought. “…Can play… string things… like… chellos and… violin nice… can do… drums too.”

[pirolvido]

“Prawn.” Ale stared at his face for a moment. “Prawn. Ah--Sorry. I am not so good with names, if I say it a few times I will remember better. It’s nice to meet you! So. What do you do for fun? What makes Prawn happy?” They took the Spy’s hand with a grin, bouncing on the balls of their feet. “Can I help make Prawn happy?”

[squidmanalamort]

“Err…” He looked unsure of the little plaything propositioned to him, and after a moment he ended up gently pushing it back to the pyro.

“Appreciate… but I can’t… play wind insrument. Hurts lungs too much… get… dizzy… very easily… occasional death…” A hint of a smile appeared on his lips. “…But thank… for offer.”

[pirolvido]

“Oh.” They looked at the toy for a moment before putting it back where it came from with a nod. They took the one from between their teeth to join it, as well. “I will find you a fun instrument for sad days that doesn’t use lungs.” They gave a determined nod. 

The Pyro seemed to remember something, then, offering the Spy a hand and a grin. “I am Ale! It’s nice to meet you. You should smile more! Good to be happy.”

[squidmanalamort]

Prawn jumped when he heard a sudden buzzing behind him, thinking that he was being attacked, but then relaxed when he only saw that it was the same Pyro.

He listened to the little melody for a bit before cocking his eyebrow at the firebug. “Where you… get that?”

[pirolvido]

They grinned at the question, kazoo held between too-sharp teeth. “My pocket,” was their answer. “I have some ones I never used if you want one. Bought a big box. Teeth break them sometimes, good to have replacements.” They patted down their suit for a moment before finding another hidden pocket, this time behind a zipper, and pulling out another kazoo. This one was blue, and wrapped in sealed plastic, since they hadn’t used it yet.

“Good for cheering up sad days. Want?”

[squidmanalamort]

Prawn had returned from the firing range, frustrated with how many times he missed the targets and with how he was actually frustrated about it. He was a spy! Spies are meant for short range combat! he shouldn’t feel so flustered about it.

He saw the Pyro waving at him and out of courtesy he waved back, but the attempt was half hearted. Maybe he needed cheering up?

[pirolvido]

Ale frowned at the weak wave. The big spy was clearly in need of company, they decided, pushing themself off the ground to follow behind. How to cheer up the new friend they weren’t sure of, though.

Still following behind, the Pyro fished through their pockets, pulling out a little pink kazoo. In a few moments, the Spy’s walk was accompanied by a cheery kazoo tune, which was surprisingly coherent for being such an unmanageable instrument.

[pirolvido]

@teufortsquidman started following you

The Pyro was sitting cross-legged outside the base, mask resting in their lap. They looked up and smiled at the tall stranger, gravity pulling their hair back enough to show both the oddly coloured scars and deformed eye it usually hid. They didn’t seem to mind, though, giving a cheery wave.

[pirolvido]

There’s a kazoo stuck in the strange Pyro’s air filter. Odd music tooted from it now and again. The Pyro wasn’t moving, though, just idling on the couch. Tooting.

[pirolvido]

Clicks teeth together

[pirolvido]

#this was a recommended post, #lmao what,

it was a recommended post because this is a tf2 rp blog and tumblr sees that you like tf2

please don’t... reblog shit like this just to laugh at it, just hit the ‘not interested’ button and move on please

[run-and-chase-blog]

“Aww… I’m sorry about that, Py.” Chase frowned at that, patting Ale on the back gently. “I’m sure ya Ma was jus’ lookin’ out afta’ ya. Sometimes, it’s for tha best.” He smiled in understanding. “Thanks, though… It’s nice ta be told I actually deserve good stuff, ya know? People can be pretty rude sometimes, an’ I don’t always hear nice stuff. I really appreciate it.”

[pirolvido]

The Pyro shrugged, smiling over at Chase. “I don’t really mind. But that’s silly. Of course you deserve a nice family. You are, like, the best Scout ever. Like, the best dude ever. You’re one of my favourites.”

They looked like they would have continued if the microwave hadn’t beeped at that moment, but the priorities were clear there. They pulled the steak out with a grin, looking around for a knife. Once they found one, they carefully cut the meat, sliding a piece about a third of the whole thing’s side towards Chase before picking up the larger half with their hands and sinking their teeth in before a word could be said either way.

[run-and-chase-blog]

Chase laughed, hopping up on the counter. “I guess he can be a jerk sometimes, but… He accepted me as a son, so I gotta love him.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s cool. He’s like, a nice-dressed guy, looks like he lives nice. Haven’t gotten ta talk ta him much, but he can’t be that bad, yeah? I mean, he accepted me.” He shrugged, kicking his feet idly.

[pirolvido]

“That’s nice.” Ale nodded. “I’m glad you got to meet him. And I’m glad he was nice. You deserve a nice dad to love you.” Their eyes seemed focused on the microwave as they spoke, but their voice was genuine. “I never met my dad before either, but my mama left him, so I guess she must have had a reason. She seemed scared of him.” They shrugged. “You need a daddy, though. And you deserve a good one.”

[run-and-chase-blog]

The monster-like grin was seriously endearing, despite being unsettling. Chase almost felt as if he was talking to a puppy instead of a person. He followed Ale to the kitchen, laughing.

“I’ll have a bit, sure!” Chase grinned, winking teasingly at Ale. “I guess it runs in tha family! My dad’s a Spy, ya know. On BLU, but what can ya do, right?”

[pirolvido]

“Oh, really? I didn’t know that.” The Pyro stopped in the kitchen, releasing Chase and putting the steak in to nuke it for a few minutes. “BLU Spies are fun to scare sometimes. But most spies are kind of mean.” They shrugged. “I am glad you are not a Spy. You’re too nice.”

[run-and-chase-blog]

Chase grinned, looking quite mischievous. “Sneakin’ around’s one'a tha GOOD things I inherited from my dad. I got this.” He scampered off quietly, not making a sound as he carefully made his way to Engie’s room. He snuck in once he was sure Engie wasn’t there, then stole a hunk of meat from Engie’s fridge: the leftovers of what looked like a T-bone steak.

When Chase returned, he grinned, handing the meat over to Ale on the plate he had found it on. “Here ya go! Just pop this sucker in tha microwave, an’ ya got dinner!”

[pirolvido]

The Pyro’s grin widened even more, unsettlingly wide, and they clapped their hands together excitedly. They rushed forward and pulled Chase into a tight hug before taking the plate, bouncing a bit. “Chase! This is awesome!” They kind of just wanted to eat it, but Chase was expecting it to be heated up first, and not doing so would probably be... weird, huh?

“C’mon!” They took Chase’s hand in their free one, tugging him along towards the kitchen. “Do you want some? Man, you could totally be a Spy if you wanted.”

[pirolvido]

ok, this is an important ooc post.

If you don’t want to rp with my character, don’t rp with my character. Delete my asks. Don’t reblog opens. I’d rather no one answer anything than get one reply and nothing more. If I ask you your opinion on a character you don’t like, just tell me they’re not to your taste. Or, hell, if you think they’re terrible, tell me they’re terrible! You won’t hurt my feelings! What hurts my feelings is people pretending they like my shit until it comes to actual rping!

If you don’t want to rp with me don’t force yourself!!! Jesus!!!

[run-and-chase-blog]

“Too lean?” Chase frowned and looked down at himself. He may have inherited his father’s rather lanky appearance, but he had never thought of himself to be TOO lean. He wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be a compliment or an insult. “Uh… Well, I ain’t exactly a great cook, but I could probably steal some from Engie or Snipes! They always have good food around.”

[pirolvido]

“Yeah, you’d be tough and chewy.” They shrugged. “Engie makes good food! I hate to bug him, though. Maybe we could find someone to drive us out to eat? At this point you could just shoot down a bird and I would be happy. Just something that’s not ground up on a bun, you know?”

[run-and-chase-blog]

“Ya sure?” Chase frowned, looking a bit disappointed. “I could slip right in an’ out without him even noticin’. He wouldn’t even know it was gone! Besides, goin’ out'a Teufort takes such a long time. Those townspeople are friggin’ nutjobs! They can’t drive worth shit!”

[pirolvido]

Ale laughed, a hand moving in front of their mouth to stifle some giggles. “If you really want to steal food from Engie, we certainly can. But if he catches us, it was your idea!”