#classichoovy

[tcxastough]

@classichoovy​

【🔧】— “Oh great, another on’na dad’s friends from th’ ‘Oil Rig’ he werks at, right? Well he ain’t here, he’s awff at one ‘a Dell’s gradua’shuns again, y’ just missed ‘im.” And the ten year old had been left home alone.

[classic-engineering]

@classichoovy

Roy bitterly took his vest off and all but slammed it onto the floor in front of his locker. Blu team had lost, again. And he knows he’ll be blamed for it. And why wouldn’t he be? It was something as simple as defending the intelligence. How can he screw that up?! Simple, by having zero help when he’s up against not just the cunning Red Spy, but said spy has a soldier and demo back up.

While he’s busy trying to not get back stabbed and swat a mosquito, both explosive classes take out his buildings and he’s as good as dead. But does that matter to the team leader? Hell no it doesn’t. He knows he’ll never hear the end of it when his Blu Heavy finds him. He has an idea of what string of expletives will come from the bigger man. He heard some of them from clear across the map. When Blu team was so kindly informed that they had failed, he could hear his Heavy already cussing up a storm all the way from Red base.

He grumbled and took his dirty shirt off. He can already feel a headache forming and the big guy isn’t even here yet.

[hcrzlos-aa]

「 You’re late. Fortunately, Herr Mann has been caught up in the workshop all day and hadn’t noticed the time himself. He’ll be with you in half an hour, no longer. 」Not that the other’s tardiness bothered him personally however, there were many things he would rather be doing instead of acting as Gray’s doorman but conflict was not something he was looking for so he played along.「 Can I offer you something to drink in the mean time? 」he said, head cocking slightly.  

「 I see you’ve come alone today. No need for the rest of the team, I suppose... 」 he commented. It was to be expected, their visits came far and few unless they were in dire need of money and equipment or new information to update Gray Mann on. There was no need to bring the whole team around with him every time. 

「 How is Herr Humboldt keeping? 」he enquired, 「 I hope he’s not causing too much trouble. 」Words were spoken in a jocular tone, giving a short laugh. He was more than aware of how the two felt about one another so he decided to play it safe.

@classichoovy​

[tcxastough]

//I love how I managed to drag not one, but THREE of my friends into TF2 rpc hell

[weroyals]

@classichoovy​ [ cont. ]

“This kinda job be like that sometimes, kid.” A man in his mid-twenties was hardly considered a child, but the seventy-year old considered anyone new to the mercenary gig to be a kid.

“But something tells me you weren’t exactly all there in the first place so… no harm done, I guess.”

          ❝ Oi’ll have yew know I’m as quick as a whip, ❞     Junkrat declared brightly. He was actually accustomed to being treated to much worse, so it was actually a little better than he was used to hearing. Downright friendly, as a matter of fact.    ❝ Oi jes’ happen t’ take a fair amount o’ pleasure in my job, that’s all !   Least when people aren’t pullin’ stewpid stunts like that, am I roite ? ❞   

           He took this opportunity to laugh at his own comment. Trying to be friendly.

[worstaid]

“Stop glaring, sweet cheeks. I know you want me.” --classichoovy

SEXUAL TENSION STARTERS | ACCEPTING (mutuals only)

【 💉 】— “ Hrk—Tut mir Leid! ”

Truthfully, the doctor couldn’t help but stare. This team was filled to the brim with marvelous specimen just waiting to be tampered with. Such opportunities he had here! Taking this job wasn’t just about the money and the title anymore, he was enjoying who he was working with.

…What he was working with, at least.

Admittedly the doctor had been staring, specifically at the Classic’s chest. It was so incredibly broad… He had a sturdy build to begin with, but this was simply an added bonus. The thought had crossed his mind all too many times, and now he was obsessed with it.

He could absolutely fit a cow heart in there.

“ Ahehh… It won’t happen again, I promise! By the way— what’s my budget for cardiovascular operations again? ”