#fasteronplastic

[krankenklaus]

Mistletoe

@fasteronplastic 

Klaus was about to turn down the offer of hot chocolate, but heard a whistle. Coming from Sniper’s direction. Strange, since he wasn’t the most talkative of all people. And then he noticed the mistletoe. There seemed to be a lot of that hanging in doorways. 

“About that hot chocolate,” he said, clearly wanting to change the subject and clearly noticing Chuck’s discomfort. For a moment he humoured giving him a peck on the cheek, but it was in the very public mess hall and it looked like Chuck was already out of his element. 

“I would love to try some of that hot chocolate,” he said, moving to sit at one of the tables -- away from the mistletoe. 

[pinion-shafts-and-flanges]

@fasteronplastic 

“No! No I don’t love it!” she exclaimed as she protectively wrapped her arms around her head. The ground shook. Loud explosions rattled her eardrums. The smell of gunpowder made her feel sick. 

“It’s even worse ‘cause we come back! ‘Cause then we gotta do it all over again!” She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remove herself from the situation. Most of the time she was fine in battle when she was behind her sentry. But without it, she was completely useless. Why doesn’t the Scout just take her out of her misery now and get an easy kill? 

[redbritishsniper]

"Oh! Sorry! I thought you were someone else..."

She waved her hand slowly. “It’s fine there, lad. Unless you’re talking about a BLU Sniper who looks like me, that’s my twin brother.”