#askmutescout

[thatbluscout-blog]

"Stop laughing, it hurts!" (ask-mute-scout) //What's up, BLU bro?

Aster covered his hand with his mouth in an attempt to stifle the gigglefit that wanted to escape.

“S-Sorry-” He snickered. “D-Do you need me t’call fer a medic or somethin’, dude?”

[bludoktor-blog]

ask-mute-scout

Scout poured further and made an almost strained whining sound to the older man. Usually it was Demo who snatched his hat away, and Scout didn’t mind that. It was in good fun, and Demo always gave it back soon after; it was usually to just get Scout’s attention when he needed him to look over.

‘He doesn’t listen to me!’ Scout quickly scribbled onto the paper. 'Please!“

“Okay,” he sighs out once he’s read over the scribbles. Honestly, he can’t believe this is happening. When was he adopted as Team Dad?

“...Vhere is he.”

[bludoktor-blog]

ask-mute-scout:

bludoktor:

sane-soldier:

Finally!  An excuse to be shirtless!  :D

“Keep your shirt on, Soldier.”

May I take off my shirt?

“We both know you don’t even want to.”

[bludoktor-blog]

ask-mute-scout:

Scout poked his head into the office, really quite hesitant to even be there. Medical offices always made him feel uncomfortable, especially when he needed a physical like he did now. Scout knocked on the door to get the older man's attention

“Mmh.” The Medic didn’t turn from his current project, occupied with a collapsed lung wrapped in wires. The hum had only acknowledged someone was at the door, and prompted them to speak.

[gentlemedicine-blog]

""You're really good at this..."" (ask-mute-scout)

"What, just because I'm a doctor, I can't be good at darts?" Ed smirked at the Scout, making sure the younger man could read his lips since his hands were occupied. He threw another, the second dart clumping at the center with the first.