#hotshot-sniper

[mostmodestguyever]

Leon has died.

Dale hung the phone receiver back on the hook.  His face had gone pale - the life drained out of his usually jubilant eyes.  With his head hung low, he quickly retreated to his room, snapped the lock into place and lay face down on his bed.  

Don’t cry.

He clenched his teeth together as tears began to soak into his pillow.  Don’t cry you wuss!  Men don’t cry!  Leon wouldn’t want you to cry.  He snorted, sucking the snot back down his throat.  The tears wouldn’t stop - he let out a loud wail as he fought against the emotions flowing through him.  Leon was a close as he’d ever had to a father - and now he was gone.

Even knowing that missing the fight would result in his pay being docked, Dale remained in his room all day.  He couldn’t let his team-mates see him like this - crying like a little girl.  

Fighting against the tears didn’t work… He only managed to stop by stripping his mind of Leon.  He thought about baseball, his ma' and bro' and Saxton Hale.  Anything but him.  But Dale knew he was walking a thin line - even when the battle was over he didn’t emerge from his room - one stray thought brought the tears back again.  He couldn’t take that risk.

The next morning there was a sharp knock at his door - which Dale stubbornly ignored.  Then he noticed there was another sound… scratching and murring sounds that brought back images of his friend once more.  He sat bolt upright, before moving to the door, unlatching it and prying it open a crack.

The man outside was a stranger - but Dale’s eyes were locked on the dogs bouncing around at his feet.  Dale opened the door wider, and the two corgis flew in, jumping up around his ankles and barking happily.  The tears returned, but so did a smile.

[mostmodestguyever]

Leon and Dale, top two MVPs.

Aw yeah :B

[mostmodestguyever]

hotshot-sniper replied to your post:

DALE YOU STOP BEING SO ADORABLE RIGHT NOW. THAT’S AN ORDER, YOUNG MAN))

*Comes up to Leon for a fistbump* :B Eh?

[mostmodestguyever]

"... Hey, Dale...?" For perhaps the first time since the two met each other, Leon seems reluctant to approach the other, slowly taking his hat off to reveal his shocks of solid silver hair. "... How do I look, grey? And don't say I look old, I already know that."

Dale glanced up at the hair for only a moment before returning to his comic book.  ”Man I wouldn’t have even noticed if you didn’t say nothin.”  He turned the page, falling silent for a moment.  ”You’re only gonna look old if you make a big deal ‘bout it.  You know how ladies lie and think it’s cute to say they’re 21.  It really just makes em seem a tonne older  Like that.”

[mostmodestguyever]

I want one C:

[thechromeknight]

There's a box sitting in the RED rec room!

Unfortunately it looks like whoever put it together didn’t have very many resources on hand to make up cards appropriate for the day. The cardboard box is lined on the bottom with a single layer of red tissue paper and is otherwise filled with cards made out of folded letter paper, the words written on them in very neat, almost squarish writing.

There’s a message written on one of the flaps of the box that reads “Everyone gets a card!”

There are fifteen cards. Every one of them says “Happy Valentine’s Day!” on the front. None of them are addressed to any one particular person. However, they are all delicately taped shut with a small piece of tape. It appears that anyone who is interested can select a card and claim it as their own, then open it to see what message they got.

The insides of the various cards read as follows:

Thoughts of you keep someone smiling.

You are indescribably lovely, like a sweet dream.

Your eyes glint as though they have shooting stars caught in them.

You move as if you're dancing with the air.

Someone finds peace around you.

Knowing you is an honour everyone you meet is thankful for.

Talking with you is someone's happy place.

Your voice widens smiles with every syllable you speak.

You're worth more than words can say.

Your presence graces those around you like a soft wind.

Your heartbeat is the drum which someone paces themselves by.

You are irreplaceable.

You turn any room into a paradise simply by being there.

The butterflies you give people are monarchs.

If you had to be described by nature, it would take all seven wonders to do you justice.

[employee5091047]

Rémi was dutifully studying Danish when a sudden knock on the door snapped him out of his thought.  It was probably Eva.  The Spy placed his textbook down on the table so he wouldn't lose his page and quickly answered it with a bright smile.  That smile quickly faded when he was greeted by two much less beautiful faces - Dale, and a Sniper he'd not yet met.

"Oh, you're here for your comic books?" he asked the Scout, as he opened the door wider to allow the two men into his room.  Dale's box was in the corner, taped closed and labeled as "comics & cards" in Dale's scrawl-like handwriting.

"Thanks for holding onto it," Dale said with a weak smile and a wave has he passed by the spy.  "This is my pal Leon."  The spy nodded to Leon politely, but was in no hurry to converse with one of Dale's no doubt inane friends.  Dale continued, this time to Leon - "This is Remi," he said, bungling the spy's name as usual.

[mostmodestguyever]

Hey Leon, I need to borrow your dogs.  They gotta guard my room while I sleep.