#maple-syrup-heavy

[emerald-isle-sniper]

Taking a step back Gen adjusted the edge of the grinning veil across her nose. Her head cocking one way and then the other as she studied the side of the base she had made her canvas. The fresh can of paint in her hand rattling with an idle shake, just like the loose silver charms on the twine of leather wrapped around her wrist. Silently deciding what to do next or whether or not she should switch colors.

Because she was new on the base Genevieve doubted anyone would recognize her. Giving her the opportunity of ambiguity until people eventually noticed she and her brother had moved in. It helped that if anyone were to see her, the sniper looked more like a wild street child than a professional killer.

Her massive mane of copper curls were barely contained into two braids that rested on either shoulder. While her clothes were an old pair of paint tattered dark grey cargo pants, and an old grey-ish green zip up hoodie. With her grinning sniper veil up over the lower half of her face and a fabric sling bag full of can's of spray paint, Gen almost looked ready to rob someone.

Shaking the can again she finally stepped forward to start spraying where she had left off. Marking the wall in bright streaks of yellow over the red she had already painted on. Not immediately noticing the massive figure moving closer until she paused to look at her work again. About jumping right out of her boots with a hissed "Shite!", that nearly made her drop the can in her hand.

Out of reflex the hand holding the spray can immediately went behind her back like a kid caught red handed. Acting like that might somehow give her plausible deniability if he were to say anything about what she was doing.

"What?" She snipped quickly with guilt squeaking in her voice. "What are ye looking at? I wasn't doing anything."

[thebleuspider]

"Hello, my tiny friend. What have you been up to lately? I haven't smelled your perfume around in a while, so I know you haven't been sneaking around on my side of the field in at least a week or so. I'm starting to get lonely."

"Jour tiny ami?" Madilin repeated as she turned her pearly blue eyes onto the beautiful heavy as he approached, giving him a playful bat of her long lashes as she turned herself to face him from her perch on a table outside. Her thick black plush faux fur coat blending in with the dark strands of her wavy pitch hair, as she tightened the hug the garment had on her to help keep the chill in the air from slipping in. "Oh, amour." She purred in a sympathetic pout of her full cherry painted lips as he explained that he had started to get lonely without her visits, making her far more giddy than she let on as she patted on the table top beside her. "I'm so sorry, mon cheri. I didn't mean to leave jou so lonely. I missed jou too." Her long black thigh high suede boot covered legs crossing more comfortably as she waited for him to join her, absolutely ecstatic that he had missed her enough to come see her. "Come sit wiz moi. It's chilly out and I could use a sexy ami to keep me warm."

[royal-sugarplum]

@maple-syrup-heavy Cont.

Vian has to crane his neck up to look at the other in the face but the broad grin on the giant’s face is mirrored on Vian’s own lips. Far too happy to share a smile with someone

The offer of homemade chocolates causes a soft ‘ooo’ to come from Vian, he was far too interested in bakery goods that people where willing to share with him.  “Real maple?” Vian hums softly “I’m free to assume that its gooey in the centre?” 

That was the best kind of chocolate in Vians own opinion. The type of chocolate that had a gooey centre that melted on your tongue. Huh, maybe he should add some of those to his bakery.  As he thinks about it, Vian reaches out to gently take one of the chocolate squares and pops it into his mouth.

[grimmmedic]

@maple-syrup-heavy

He chuckled happily, giving the Medic a strong but careful pat on the shoulder. He knew his own strength and was always wary of hurting his friends with his massive size. “Good! I’m glad I made them the right size. I was a bit worried since I didn’t know what size shoes you wear. I hope they treat you well.”

Aldrich - once both feet were steadily back on the ground - remained rather solid as Elias patted his shoulder. He was only a little shorter then the other man and while not as broad or heavily built, he was by no means small. He appreciated the gesture, however, cheeks flushing vaguely pink and averting his gaze somewhat. 

“Oh, ja. They are very comfortable. Danke again.”

[pauling-charlotte]

"You look like the type of person who could use a warm hug. Or at least a nice cup of tea."

Coming to a stop at the entrance of the kitchen with her slim arms cradling her clipboard, heavy with the mail she had been taking door to door to distribute; Charlotte’s clear sand and sea heterochromia eyes lifted with a gentle start at the unfamiliar voice. The look on her face paused with a brief touch of surprise as she registered the Heavy’s height when her gaze only reached the lower side of his chest. Forcing her chin to tilt upward just to simply meet his lovely brown eyes. By then his words had a chance to full register and bring a softly self conscious smile to her lips, and a hand to primly tuck back the few stray strands that had escaped her usually pristine bun. 

“Oh, ha. I am alright, but thank you though.” Her English accent as every bit as posh as her appearance. Though she was now more acutely aware that she must look as ragged as she felt to warrant the suggestion; causing an anxious hand to idly brush over edge of her skirt to flatten any creases with the poor hope that would in some way make a difference. “But a cup of tea would be nice. I was just thinking of making myself one before I finished with the rest of these.” 

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[fraulinekritzkrieg]

maple-syrup-heavy "Time and place, dear."

     -”Ahahahah!! O-Oh dear! I-I’m not sure! You got me all blushing now, Elias!”

[pinion-shafts-and-flanges]

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“Can you teach me how to punch?” 

Her arms weren’t very muscular. Despite carrying around sentries all day, she could barely throw a punch. Without her machines to hide behind, she was useless. 

[blooddrinkingbartender]

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“Elias. Friends call me Eli.” He sat down with a sigh, glad to take his weight off of his sore leg. There was a brace on his knee after he’d taken a spill and twisted it badly. Any brief respite was appreciated. “Nice to know you.”

“Nice to meet you, Eli,” Bill said. He briefly looked down at the brace and then to Eli’s face again, “Seems like you ended up having a mishap. I hope that feels better soon.”

He smiled.

“And nice to know you too, buddy,” Bill said, “You new around here? Or are you visiting perhaps?”