#bushmannsrules

[lilolnumber]

bushmannsrules:

“... depends why yer askin’.”

     “ Well I was wonderin’ if— ”

     “ If you... Ah... So about that next tuesday— ”

[lilolnumber]

     “ Is this a yes or a no ? ”

[isetheby]

“Can you just /stop/?” [rival starter]

@bushmannsrules asked for a Rivals Sentence Starter || Accepting

It’s usually what you don’t see that gets you killed, with the game they play. When the enemy is a tiny coloured blot in the distance, and you haven’t shot him yet then it was likely you’d already lost and a trip to respawn was less than a second away.

In this way they spend most of their time unseen, learning what they can of each other in subtler, second-hand ways. Cecil has both heard and seen accounts of heads exploding with a crack in the air, sending nearby allies scattering for cover. Always the head.

But he’s never seen the man. Never really observed him like he observes the other REDs at times, when his job was to wait for the right shot amongst a group. Nothing more than the silhouette of a man where he shouldn’t be before either of them were dead. They were too skilled for it to take longer than that.

But when he finds the man in front of him, merely a rooms length away-- somehow he has no trouble connecting him to the arrogant way he chooses to work. 

He’s always hated the cocky ones.

Every overconfident shot that practically crowed RED’s skill added to a long burning irritation. An irritation that flared now in the back of his skull, as he scowled and stared into similarly reflective lenses. The audacity; he was only doing his job.

[iwantnames]

  “ do the scars bother you ? ”  ‘twas a sincere question, sparked by the sudden realization of another’s ego ; not that he was apathetic to sniper’s possible struggle !   rather,  it was easier to see this from a medical professional’s point of view     ━    does the patient survive ?   because that’s what matters most.   

   “ if they do, i might be able to... try something, heh. ”  an awkward smile followed his words, an attempt at reassuring sniper.

@bushmannsrules​ + sc !

[fraulinekritzkrieg]

💕

Calculate the chemistry between our muses

49%

     -”Honestly, that’s not too bad. I mean I get we can’t be in a romantic relationship, since well, you’re like a brother to me and I don’t have those feelings for you, but in general, I see this as being very good! Also, I do believe you’re not entirely into the opposite sex, heheheh”

[arscnistrights]

“Eh. Rather you didn’t beat me up, but don’t worry, none. Y’ain’t my type for starters-“ (ooc; sorry i couldnt resist)

❝ Wh-huh? ❞

❝ Oh. I. Uh. Wasn't planning. On it. You didn't take that as an invitation... right? ❞

[lilolnumber]

“Ey. I, er. See its tuesday again, mate... could make this a weekly thing.”

     The next tuesday came by quicker than Dell thought. He had tried to push last week’s events out of his mind ( to no avail ), as he had hardly seen the other man since. However, when he was presented with the same proposal now, his brows knit together in confusion.

     “ You ... wanna make this a weekly thing. ” He repeated, less of a question and more of a confirmation, disbelief evident in his voice. Even when he said— Was this happening ? For real ?

     His left hand covered his mouth in an effort to cover up the heat rising to his face. He had the strength to look Mick in the eye, albeit bashfully, but even after clearing his throat, his words came out rather stilted.

     “ If you— I— Yeah, I’d like that. ”

[fraulinekritzkrieg]

🌟 (ooc; if you're still doing these, I'd love to see one for Mick n Maddy!)