Oct 19, 2017
"WA-PISH" (@claudiatheblumedic)
Mick jerks and lets out a loud yelp, whipping around to face the other with a scowl across his face “OI! WOT THE BLOODY ‘ELL YA THINK YER DOING THERE MATE!?”@claudiatheblumedic
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"WA-PISH" (@claudiatheblumedic)
Mick jerks and lets out a loud yelp, whipping around to face the other with a scowl across his face “OI! WOT THE BLOODY ‘ELL YA THINK YER DOING THERE MATE!?”@claudiatheblumedic
🌀 (For Nick from Lutalo)
Send “🌀” to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten upNick wouldn’t be in this position if he had paid a little closer to his surroundings. He should have heard the Bot’s coming close but his mind had been focused on the gunfire in front of him. So being found bloody and bruised wasn’t exactly how he wanted to see Lutalo again but... he needed help. Everything hurt, every breath he took, every time he tried to move. It hurt. So all he could do was weakly call out and pray the other man heard him.
🍌
Send ‘ 🍌’ to give my muse a banana without saying anything. No Context. Just give them a banana.
“Uh... thanks mate?” he takes the banana curiously “...Why though?”
☁
☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them.
Mick sighs heavily as he looks over to the man next to him “Mate... this was a bad idea. Why did ah let you convince me to go camping?” The Sniper had his knees up to his chest as the rain pelted against the camper and the heavy wind rocked the vehicle. They were miles from the base, taking advantage of their free weekend to the fullest extent it seemed
"I hear you, pumpkin."
Mick narrows his eyes behind his signature aviators at the elder’s words “Ahm not a pumpkin mate,” he says stubbornly, a light blush spreading across his cheeks.
“I fucking miss my cat...."
Mick frowns and reaches a hand out to rest on the other's shoulder “Ahm sorry mate.. what does he look like? Maybe we can find him.”
{ *wheezin g* I'm cry / let's try out for Nakir 😂 "Fight me, you attractive stranger."
An eyebrow shot up in confusion as thedemon's dark eyes roamed over the girl speaking to him “...Why doyou want me to fight you...?” he says, the question barely above awhisper.
(ask-spudscout) He peeks inside, holding his sword in his hand. "Anyone there?" (if you don't mind? :D)
Mick lifts his head at the voice, he slides into the shadow’s and he holds his rifle close. He kept silent, not knowing who the voice really belonged too.@ask-spudscout