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18,) My muse buys yours a shot.
Monika had been dragged off to the bar with William, which she couldn't say was a very surprising thing. She was pretty used to such occurrences by now, and just kind of let it happen. She calls for the bartender soon after, before just going ahead and buying a shot for Will, sliding it to him. "First drink on me then~" she then tells him with a small chuckle.
"We need a doctor!"
6 -Here’s my character reacting to during a hike with your character slipping and severely injuring a leg, no longer able to walk. No cell phone service out here, either.
The engineer turned to look when he saw the scout fall. “Shoot, mister! Are you alright?“ After jogging up to where the scout was, he held out a hand to help him up not yet aware of how serious it was.
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With the sudden downpour, Justin tried to clear the water off his goggles to no avail.
“Whew! It sure is comin’ down! Let’s get inside ‘fore we get too soaked.” He picked up a piece of old plywood that had been laying around and used it to shield himself and the scout from the rain.
"Yeah, you're just a guy, right? A really, really good-looking guy."
His cheeks went dark and he smiled softly. “The same could be said about you, Will.”
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Four: My muse submits for yours
“Alright, alright, you win, man, you win.” Chuck sighed, tossing his cards down on the table and putting up his palms in surrender. “You won this round. I owe ya one, like, official. Officially, you can ask me to do whatever you want me to do, yeah? But next time, man, next time. I got you all figured out.”
They both made enough to make betting money more or less worthless, so they’d agreed to bet a favor. Specification of that favor, however, would be decided when it was redeemed, which in hindsight sounded like too much power to hand to a pair of Scouts.
"Wake up, hun"
Spy groaned as he was slowly roused from consciousness by a familiar voice. He groaned again when he was made aware of a headache pounding behind his eyes.
“Oh Mon Dieu…” he moaned as he grasped his, thankfully masked, head with his ungloved hands and opened his eyes. After a few moments it finally cleared and his pain was momentarily forgotten when the BLU Scout came into view. “What- happened?” He paused when he felt something cold around his finger. Bringing it close to his face, he squinted. For a moment he was blinded by something gold so he moved it away from his face and focused on it.
“Is that…?” he looked at the scout and then back at the thing around his fingers. He noticed his companion had very much the same gold ring wrapped around his fingers. He swallowed the bitter aftertaste of alcohol lingering on his tongue, “We are-” he motioned to the rings and then to himself and then the younger man before his hand fell to his side. The spy sat there for a few moments before scrubbing his eyes.
“I need another drink.”
"Are you shivering?"
Spy offered a side glance to the scout and wrapped his arms further around himself as discreetly as possible
“N-Non.” he stammered and cursed himself silently for his voice shaking so much.
