#asktheredengie

[ask-blu-snipes]

BETRAYAL!

-you know who

,,Awh, c’mon mate! No hard feelings! Look, I made ya a nice fresh pot of coffee!  (Er... I found that sitting here. But you can have some.) @asktheredengie 

[ask-blu-solly]

@asktheredengie

[bludoktor-blog]

resoldered my tablet  @asktheredengie-rp-addition @stickybcmbs

[bludoktor-blog]

Mun for asktheredengie, my rping blog is @asktheredengie-rpaddition. I really like your style and rping you with you would be really cool!

((!! I’d love to! Feel free to post anything in my tags or contact me through the tumblr messenger!))

[thedevilwearsabalaclava-blog]

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Silently he watched from afar with a leg crossed the other and a porcelain cup in his hands that held bitter tea that was lukewarm. The Spy was never a one for making conversation; especially when it came to topics that he had little knowledge of. Figuring out human emotions, body language, and other variables made more sense than machinery. The cold greys stared intently on the laborer’s hands as they tinkered with a something.

“What is that.” 

[thedevilwearsabalaclava-blog]

❤ sorry I feel like I bother you a lot @asktheredengie

Send me a ❤ if you’d like to ship our muses.

// It could happen

[thedevilwearsabalaclava-blog]

"Are ya coming to the ceasefire dinner? I need to know how much food to make. And if respawn'll need to be up in case BLU n RED can't keep peace through it." (@asktheredengie, cause you seem to need company :) )

Looking up from the novel he was currently invested in, a finger slipped under the page and folded the its corer just a tad before placing the book down on his lap. Inhaling, he pondered the idea of the dinner. It sounded horrible, god awful. The thought of being stuck in a room with his colleagues and enemies was simply revolting to possible imagine. 

“Why  would I attend such a gauche affair with savages that would scurf down their food. Whose small talk, I might add, consist of vulgarity and toilet humor.”

@asktheredengie

[couteauu]

HEADS UP SPOOK (asktheredengie, if you don't mind!)

Send me ‘HEADS UP’ and I’ll generate a number for how my muse will react to your muse throwing one of the following at them

@asktheredengie10. Boot The battle for that day was going well. After making a fool of both the enemy Sniper and Medic, it was time to pay the dear Engineer and his sentry nest a much needed visit. With the Engineer nowhere in sight, Spy made a break for the sentry nest in a RED Sniper disguise, making quick work to place his sapper on each machine. It was incredible luck that was no one was around. Everything was going perfectly until he heard Engineer’s voice. At hearing his nickname, Spy subtly glanced up as he started to walk away. Maybe he could get away under his cloak. However, Spy barely took one step before a boot sailing across the sky smacked him square in the nose, knocking off his disguise mask in the process, his false identity dropping in a shroud of smoke. With a loud curse, Spy held his nose, stumbling backwards from the offending boot that landed on the floorboards with a solid thud. A boot. He had really thrown a boot at him.“For fuck’s sake - you honestly threw a boot at me?!” the Spy hissed out in between clenched teeth, still cupping his hands over his nose tightly.