#running-in-blind

[dadineer]

"Well shit, yer still kickin' around, huh hardhat?" A voice the engineer wouldn't have heard in ages chimed up behind him. If he were to turn around, he would see the mechanically footed BLU Scout, the younger American had a short beard growing, not a patchy pathetic mess but a full bodied beard. "Thought ya would have kicked da bucket or retired by now"

“You wish.” Dell was beaming as he turned towards his old friend, the oily rag he’d been wiping his hands on getting flung over his shoulder as he opened his arms wide for a hug. “Come ‘ere!”

[manncosfinestidiots]

The Pyro stares the Scout down, flame thrower in hand. He says something to Scott, Incoherent and happy, as his hand on the trigger fidgets, letting out a short, small burst of flame.

In Pyro's eyes, he is doing nothing more than making a friend. Because, at the end of the day, this was just fun and games to him, and he was sure it was the same for everyone else.

@running-in-blind

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

send ⛓️ (Caught) for sender to be captured by receiver. (Scott!)

"Just had to go poking your nose in places where it doesn't belong didn' ya?"

Angel, barely visible, spoke in a wet gurgled growl, mismatched eyes glowing through the dimly lit storage room. Eerily glaring down at the moron currently entangled in a funky snare Angel stole off of that shit bag medic. The ex RED knows it had to hurt like hell having been caught in it a few times in the past. Only in this situation it entrapped this BLU's around his neck, pinned to the wooden ground through a slit in the floor boards and only tightening the more they even think about struggling.

"Mind telling me what you are doing here..."

[ask-spy]

Nah, I don't friggin believe dat dere's ONLY two of ya.

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

[taciturnstripofbeefjerky]

I know requests are closed, but i just wanted to request that you keep being awesome!

thank you !

[incognitoego]

"Even though you have a knife to my throat, I can’t help but feel like you’re flirting with me right now."

"Don't get too excited, I thought you were someone else I wanted to mess with. But I do enjoy a little flirt here and there if the guy is pleasing to the eye." Joseph retracted the knife, stepping out of the shadow before the lower half over his covered face split into a smile. "Well well! If it isn't McCott! Loved your debut in Doe's book, Killing Company. Do your legs really go that far back?"

[thegrowlingxblusniper]

"Would ya kindly gimmi a hug?" Scott grinned playfully.

Snorting gruffly Gene eyed the cute runner as he yanked him toward him by the front of his shirt. Not knowing where this sudden need for a hug came from but he wasn't going to say no. Pulling Scott against his chest the sniper hugged him tight with a low calloused rattle against his ear. "This what ya were afteh?"