@team-forktress-3 (hi I’m here to clown!!!)
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“. . ?”
*Scout noticed Vanity and ran to her.* "HEY! You’re that girl I met at the bar! How ya doin', hotcakes?" *He asked, his attempt to be smooth failing miserably.*
*Little did the two know that they were being watched by a psychopath in the distance: Ass Pancakes. He slung his weapon behind his neck: the Warhammer of Zillyhoo (yes, like the one in Homestuck) and wrapped his arms around it. He hid behind a tree, but his hammer was a deadly callout to his current whereabouts…*
+ The butcheress was peacefully sitting on a stump before his sudden approach- +
+ She jumped, recognizing the voice and sighing. Jasi turned around, her gaze judgmental and unsure. Crossing her arms, she wondered how the heck he got here. +
+ She could feel another set of eyes on her though, and was on immediate alert… +
*Scout smiled happily, his metal bat shining in the light. However, his happiness to approach her seemed so sudden. Was he hiding something? Perhaps. Finally, he spoke up.*
"So uhh…..I uh- I know dis chicken place dat’s pretty sweet! So- uhh- wanna go, tutz?"
*Scout said with a nervousness in his voice. He asked her on a date before at the Evergreen Bar, but after that interaction, he seemed to back out on the plan together. Yet, here he was, finally trying again. He waited with anticipation for Jasi to give some form of response, but he would not be sad if she rejected him on the spot: as that was a normal occurrence for someone like Scout.*
*In the distance, Ass Pancakes continued to monitor the conversation between the high-energy mercenary, and the soft-spoken butcher girl. There was a hint of lingering blood on his weapon from his previous encounter. The blood glistened in the son, warming its freshness still. The smell attracts many flies, and it may even attract Jasi.*
*As the flies swarm his weapon, Ass yells, revealing himself like a stubborn cowlick on school picture day.*
"HEY-! GET AWAY FROM ME—!!"
+ Jasi stared at him. She… didn’t know how to respond to that, not like she could even do so- No one had really ever asked her to GO ON a date. What would that even entail? I mean, eating of course. But… did she even want to?- +
+ …When she saw Ass Pancakes, she hissed. Threat spotted. She drew her cleaver and prepared herself to fight. +
“. . .”
*Scout’s face turned from content to terrified once he saw Jasi’s cleaver.*
"Woah— dat ting looks sharper than doc’s bone-saw!"
*He commented, laughing to cover up his secret urge to run from Jasi as fast as he could.*
*Meanwhile where Ass Pancakes was, the flies continued to swarm his blood-splattered hammer. He aggressively swatted them away.*
*Scout seemed completely oblivious to the man spying on them. He scratched at his temples and picked out earwax (man, isn’t that the hottest trait?). He yawned loudly.*
"So uhhh…….just uhm— let me know when you’re free?? O-or don’t….."
*He said nervously, the fear in his voice as clear as day.*
That crossover will be legendary what-
(Hi!! This is the owner of @team-forktress-3. Basically, how this even started was: me and @allo-the-goat started a crack-ship between Scout (TF2) and Vanity Jason (Butcher Vanity/Foresaken ig lol). It started out as a joke, but now we both fell in love with it!! XD)
OH YEAH I THINK SHE MENTIONED THAT ACTUALLY HOLY SHIT HELLO!1!1!1
(Yeah she made art of them together and it’s so awesome!!! She’s honestly a wonderful person to be around, and I’m grateful to be sharing this monstrosity of a ship with her lmao.)
Fr tho...
Also wait.
Art?
(Yeah! Maybe if you ask nicely she’ll post some. I can also post it on my blog and credit her. I should be asleep rn but god knows I ain’t gonna LMAOOO >:3)