#bloodsplxtterpatterns

[engineerxblu]

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Dell hated Red Snipers. Not all Red Snipers...there were a choice few he liked, but unfamiliar, murderous, with the intent of humiliating him over and over again were ones he tended to avoid like the plague.

Like the one now. He kept himself planted firmly behind a wall, glaring hard at the little red dot zipping around on the wall not too far from him. They were taunting him, waiting for him to peak out and check if the coast was clear. Like that was going to happen anytime soon.

Maybe there was another way around to get the Sniper?

[at-the-desk-of-mann-co]

"Do you know what gets blood off upholstery?"

“Of course I do. What do you need to get it off of, I might be able to help.” He didn’t so much as blink. These were mercenaries after all.

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Gloria,We lied, we can’t go onThis is the time and this is the place to be aliveWho shot that arrow in your throat?Who missed the crimson apple?And there is discord in the garden tonight

The arrow in his shoulder was not hers.

The blood pouring from his shoulder was definitely his, though.

He struggled up the Sniper’s nest with his teeth ground together hard. To anyone else it may look like a quest for revenge. To kill the Sniper who had failed to kill him. But no, no, this was more. He didn’t know her name. She didn’t know his. She didn’t know his face, even. No one did. No one would.

But he had fallen, somehow. Hard. Once he reached the top, he snapped the arrow in his shoulder, throwing half onto the ground and leaving the other half embedded. She could pull it out, probably. Or not. He didn’t care, really, all he knew was that he was done with this battle, done with this day, done with this job. But he wasn’t stupid, either. Once the job was done, so too would be this tryst. 

So he came to this rickety enemy tower to make the most of it while he could.

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ye but what do u guys wanna do

emile is boring as hell........

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Spy yawned, then groaned a bit, shifting. The bed felt really small, for some reason, and these sheets didn’t seem like the 1800 count Egyptian cotton sheets he’d bought, but it was probably just because he was so groggy...

Blinking his eyes open, he found everything was different. Was this--a camper? He glanced the other way to see he wasn’t alone in the bed, and apparently the Sniper he’d fucked was... a pretty nice looking woman. Not bad, Spy, not bad. His self-congratulation was interrupted by the sight of their clothes on the floor.

She was a RED. He rolled over to get up and get his clothes, falling to the ground with a yelp instead. He had to get up and get out, cloak and run back to the base, but--ow?? He didn’t know why he was so surprised that it hurt, but he ended up laying there long enough to groan before pushing himself off the ground.

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bloodsplxtterpatterns

“Um... miss, could you hand me that..? I...” He points across from her at the clear cup supposedly full of dirt, a tea filter taped on top of it.

“I left it here yesterday...”