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Soft.

    Edgar ran his fingers through Franz’s messy hair after a long day of work, laying comfortably with him in his RV bunk. He just got done shedding some light on poor Franz’s awful day with some up-talking, and it was time for some relaxing. It was easy for the BLU Sniper and Medic to relax with each other after hours mostly because no one really needed wanted Medic’s help. Or, they might need his help- but they wouldn’t ask for it only to be sent back to respawn anyways due to Franz’s bad medical practices…

    So, they were often left alone at this time of night. Alone to talk and alone to comfort each other. In Edgar’s opinion, Franz could have used a professional therapist, but if he was all the Doctor got, then that’s going to have to be good enough.

    They ended up this way most nights, as of late; Franz resting against Edgar’s chest as they pet each other and just talked. It seemed to have made them much closer too. Edgar found Franz at least tolerable compared to the rest of his team. Even knowing the Medic probably had the most problems with him, mentally. But between the exchanges of their thoughts and the soft touch they both received from each other… This was fine.

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            This had to have been a prank. But the administration pranking them seemed a little too far out there…

            As Edgar was handed Franz’s crossbow, he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He had no skill in the medical– business, well. Neither really did Franz but he was sure even more people were going to be dying out there if he were to be their doctor! There had to be a mistake.

            He was wondering with all this mix-up who was to get his job, but once he saw Franz being handed his gun he was relieved yet still mortified about this. Franz barely knows how to do his own assigned job, let alone Edgar’s! Maybe it would do him good though, only killing (not that that wasn’t really all Franz was good at anyways…) and being up in a nest all day might keep him a little more sane and safe. If he knows how to shoot that gun even.

            Edgar looked down at the crossbow and sighed. Sure he knew how to shoot one of these, himself- His family is full of hunters. But shooting at his own team mates might be a little weird for him. He’s so used to aiming at the enemy. Ah well, good luck regardless, he thought to himself and for Franz.

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🍵 It's probably not the best tasting tea, but he tried...

            Edgar rested lying down on the couch in his RV, wrapped in a snug blanket with a red and itchy nose. He had been awfully sick these last few days and it was the weekend now. But no going out and having a good time for him, no. He was camping out in his RV for now, hoping to be left alone… Well, mostly. He just really didn’t want people to see him so, in his opinion, gross looking. Though he kept himself pretty collected even while sick, in actuality.

            But when he heard that knock on his door and when he glanced over to see the door creak open, he wasn’t upset on who it was. It was Franzie. And he was carrying something- a mug? Well, what a nice surprise. Edgar took the drink once Franz got close enough and he flashed him a weak smile, sitting up on the couch.

           “Ah, thank you, Love. You don’t know much I, ah– ahhh- ah!” The Sniper tilted his head back, a sneeze boiling up inside of him. Before he was able to think about putting the tea down, he sneezed loudly and of course!- dumped the tea over himself. Some got on his face and some across his chest but it all burned the same.

           He let out a rather high-pitched sound at the burning sensation and just slowly grabbed the blanket he was bundled up in to wipe off with. And without another complaint besides the initial sound, he shakily took the mug to his lips and sipped what was left in it with a forced smile. God that was a bloody embarrassing mess.

          It didn’t taste that great for tea, but then again his nose was stuffed anyways so he didn’t really mind. It was the thought that counts, right? He simply rubbed his nose with the back of his wrist and thanked Franz dearly afterwards, trying to blow that whole thing off. Though he smelled more like tea than usual, now. Nice.

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[Text]: Hello, Love. I am just messaging you to tell you the usual. I love you dearly….. But also, I was thinking. You know and I know that you’ve been struggling with…. Team Member’s health. Hell, The Scout has been getting injured left and right these last few go’s… Much like the others…. Ah but that’s not my point entirely. My point is I think it would be helpful or at least calm down your nerves a little bit if we let you practice on smaller things. Do you follow?

[Text]: Now that I am reading that, I should elaborate. I DO NOT mean on animals. Please Franzie, do NOT touch Elizabeth or Queenie or any of the others! PLEASE!!!

[Text]: What I am trying to say is maybe some plants would do you good. Um…. So I got you a few more flowers for you to look after. And other plants. You know, for you to keep them as alive and happy as you keep me everyday, Love. ♥ I think it will do you a right proper good, yes?

[Text]: Anyways, yes. I will see you soon, Darling.

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    Edgar’s favourite season would be Summer mostly because it reminds him of home. The heat and the warm sunlight would be enjoyable for him to remember Australia. Though he would love every other season a lot too. Even Winter! If he were to be in a snowy spot during the war, he would be completely okay with it. Just probably a little colder than the rest, needing a few more layers but he would enjoy the sight none-the-less.