#sentrigun

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ooc ┊ I used to call @sentrigun a friend but now that these truths come out, I truly begin to see I was wrong all along

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↪ @sentrigun // continued from here;;

     IT’S NO GREAT SECRET THAT Ludwig has his select favourites on the team. Anyone who has eyes could hardly not notice the copious amounts of time that he spent with Misha, or the entire days and nights whiled away in the company of Herr Spy and Herr Sniper. But just as prominent, if not more so, are the hours oft-spent with the team’s engineer and demoman. Ludwig has always valued intelligence and a like-minded appreciation for the sciences; for Dell and Tavish, he has a high respect that he gives to no one else.

     As always, he was more than delighted at Engie’s unexpected visit, and even more so when the engineer presented the problem at hand.  ( Pun intended. )

     It’s a curious contraption, and it isn’t as if Ludwig intends to torment Herr Conagher. But with the frustration of his limited vocabulary in mechanics – limited vocabulary altogether, really – it is difficult to stay on track with the instructions given to him. Not to mention how much more difficult it is that the engineer’s gunslinger is inactive and on display before him, not unlike an immobile specimen offering itself up to be dissected and thoroughly explored.

     He’s distractedly prodding at something he likely shouldn’t be when the engineer’s hiss catches his attention, and the instrument is swiftly plucked from between his fingers. A slow, wide-eyed blink is the startled response – but only for a moment before the medic processes properly, eyes narrowing and lips pressing together into a tight line.

     ❝ Yes, fine – I am trying, ❞  he insists, reaching again for the tool in Engie’s hand.  ❝ Let me have it back. ❞

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As he eyed the mess, Heavy folded his arms over his chest. It was clear as day that this someone had been looking for something. Something small, he guessed. Not a weapon, plans maybe? The Russian hummed.

“Am thinking... Spy.” That was the obvious choice. Who else could sneak past the whole team and find enough time to uproot the Engineer’s workshop.

Although, ‘uprooting’ didn’t seem to be Spy’s style. Too careless. Heavy would have expected a Spy to at least put things back where they came from to avoid getting caught. “Or Scout.” He added as an afterthought. 

He stepped into the room proper, glancing around and taking care not to step on and break anything. Another hum rumbled through his chest, like distant thunder.

“Is anything–missing?”