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"What do ya call an engineer that sings? Adel."
【 Ｌｅｔ＇ｓ ｗａｓｔｅ ＇ｅｍ！】
❝ I didn’t take ya’ for the comedic kinda guy, Dell. Yeah, that’s a nice one I guess. But I’m more interested ‘bout the fact you can actually sing. You wouldn’t mind singin’ to me one day, woulda’ ? Or are you BLUs too fancy to sing to us REDs ? ❞
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“Oh, well this is a surprise,” the woman turned to look at their sixth and final team mate that had come into their small camp room from the outside of the building enclosure.
“Thought I was gon’ be th’ only engineer workin’ th’ front lines in Mannhattan. Glad t’ be proven wrong fer once.” She extended her left hand out to the man with a faint, but warm smile, “Dr.Parker, at yer service. Y’ ready t’ kill some robots?”
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Thank you, babe!
Reaches over and pats the Sniper's cheek lightly.
Turning his head, he opened his mouth as if to bite with his sharp canines only to lick at the hand touching his face; it was a mutual sign of goodwill.
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✮ = stargazing
( ✚ ) - The RED Medic stepped off the friendly teleporter and back onto what had been today’s battlefield. His usual long, white coat had been left back in the base, giving him a more casual look, but he didn’t look entirely happy. Without wasting time, he headed back towards where he knew the object he’d forgotten to bring back to his lab still was.
However, he stopped in his tracks once his eyes laid upon a familiar figure sitting not too far away from where he stood. Frowning, and with a bit of hesitation, he walked towards the stargazing Engineer, stopping only to stand beside him, though not too close, just in case. One never knew these days after all, and he’d learnt to be cautious over the years.
❝… Hallo, Herr.❞
Picks up the smol Spy and walks away with him.
The Spy makes very tired noises in response to the sudden engineer.
((I’m currently laying down to rest my healing/pulled muscle from laughing at what I’ve read through engineerxblu troll session with the *ahem* 45 year old dude from Texas. Because to be offended by a fictional character who’s nice/courteous and smart as fuck from the same state you’re from....in a state that seperated during the Civil War, tried to do the same thing when Obama was elected, egotistical and prejudice/religious as fuck *then again, their part of the South, so being prejudice/religious as fuck isn’t saying much*...then you, ya dingus, are stupid as fuck.))
A metal hand wraps tight around the Scout's forearm, threatening to break it if he tried to pull away. Nonetheless, the crooked, dark grin on his face could send shivers up anyone's spine. "Let's take a walk...."
【➥ Lєт'ѕ ωαѕтє ‘єм! 】
His breathing stopped, as the cold metal pressed against his forearm. He was about to argue right up the moment he saw the BLU’s face; his mouth kept open, but no word came out. He quickly bit his lower lip, forcing an awkward and scared smile.
“S-Sure, why not, pal? It’s a nice day, ‘aight?”
He was too surprised to deny; and too scared he may rip off his arm. Whatever happened... Scout was fucked.
