Walk With the Shadows

You came to the wrong neighborhood, mon petite chou-fleur. Base: cp_Gorge Magic Anon: N/A I follow the tag: unholyrogue

[freaky-teddy]

[hungarianheavy-deactivated20140]

Her expression soured to mild irritation. She wasn’t really irked with him, she still felt more amused than anything.

"You should be baking your own t’ings, den. Und I vill remember not to eat anyt’ing det you make." She shook her head. "Nem - I em vanting to make somet’ing nice, for de team. Ees somet’ing sveet und comforting to be looking forvard to, after battles."

If anybody knew how stressful and exhausting battles could be, it was a meat shield like her.

[unholy-rogue]

Jean blinked and tilted his head a little at the Heavy, slowly becoming interested in what she was doing. He watched.

"I... don't know how to bake," he admits. Jean reaches up to rub the back of his head and he just sort of glances to the side. It was odd to admit something like that, but he didn't find it a big deal. He didn't know how to cook, either. Jean shrugs once and looks to the female, blinking. "I see. Interesting motive, then."

It's all he says before just sort of trying to seem uninterested. "Tch."

[unholy-rogue]

"Someone stole my goddamn hat. Who did it?"

[unholy-rogue]

"Someone make me a sandwich."

[italian-hospitality-deactivated]

-Balances a sandwich on his head.-

[unholy-rogue]

"... There better be human flesh in there."

[unholy-rogue]

"Someone make me a sandwich."

[rodentrunner-deactivated2013101]

"Yes, that would be the most effective use of the space we have." Kuai sighed. He cast his eyes to the floor, deciding that it was useless to try and argue with the man. And anyway, looking at that mask for too long made him feel uneasy. "I see that you are a person who likes to be in charge, so how would you say we divide the room. Evenly, I might add."

[unholy-rogue]

Jean crosses his arms and he sighs heavily, tapping his foot a little. Only when the other agrees with his terms does he move across the room. "I'll tell you this now. You stay on your side, I'll stay on mine. I suppose half is perfectly fine with me, but I'd prefer more seeing as I'm clearly the superior one here." The man smirked a little, motioning to the more neat-looking side of the room. "This, as you can tell, is mine. Should the door be locked when you try to come in, don't try opening it. I have my reasons."

[unholy-rogue]

Who the Holy Hell are you?

Did you just put the words 'holy' and 'hell' in the same sentence?

How disgusting, though, if you’re trying to insult me… that’s not going to work.

Perhaps you could try being a little more menacing and a little less… fluffy.

[sgt-kickass-deactivated20150427]

Oh, I’m sorry. I mistook that question for the sound of a yapping puppy. *He smirks a little* The name’s Jean. It is a pleasure to meet you, Fluffy.

*good thing he’s used to all these dog comments. He might have felt a little INSULTED* Well, Jeana. Nice to meet ya, I suppose. Even if you’re a bit of an asshat. But you’re an asshat on my team so…. Name’s Sgt. Abernathy. Just calls me Sykes.

[unholy-rogue]

*Jean glares at the other and huffs a little.* Jean, thank you. *The BLU snorts from restrained laughter, still managing to keep himself together.* Sykes, huh? Good. I’m not into that formal military-rank calling shit. Just so we’re clear… be sure to stay out of my way and we’ll have no problems.

[sgt-kickass-deactivated20150427]

Ah. A team player, I see. How… original. *rolls his eyes under his helmet* 

[unholy-rogue]

Pfft. Most of the other BLUs fuck up too easily. I'd rather not catch their disease. *He shudders*

If I ever require your assistance, I'll ask. Otherwise, stay away from me.

[unholy-rogue]

"I’m going to eat your arm, then."

[italian-hospitality-deactivated]

"Well then."

[unholy-rogue]

"… stupid lasagna-speaking weirdo."

[italian-hospitality-deactivated]

-Squints.-

[unholy-rogue]

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

[yourpersonalcrazyangel]

Silent subway~ °-°

[unholy-rogue]

"Bloody hell... I think I'm wrong here. Dammit."

"Something wrong?" He asks, tilting his head a little. "Are you lost?"

[cisins]

[unholy-rogue]

"… Get away from me." Jean gives the other a glare from under the mask.

[italian-hospitality-deactivated]

The man then laughed. “How about no?”

[unholy-rogue]

"I’m going to eat your arm, then."

[italian-hospitality-deactivated]

"Well then."

[unholy-rogue]

"... stupid lasagna-speaking weirdo."

[italian-hospitality-deactivated]

"I come from the shadows." He said with utter seriousness in his voice.

[unholy-rogue]

"… Get away from me." Jean gives the other a glare from under the mask.

[italian-hospitality-deactivated]

The man then laughed. “How about no?”

[unholy-rogue]

"I'm going to eat your arm, then."

[unholy-rogue]

"I hate all of you.”

[italian-hospitality-deactivated]

-Shrug.-

[unholy-rogue]

"Hey there, mister Italian. Where did you come from?"

[italian-hospitality-deactivated]

"I come from the shadows." He said with utter seriousness in his voice.

[unholy-rogue]

"... Get away from me." Jean gives the other a glare from under the mask.

[unholy-rogue]

Who the Holy Hell are you?

Did you just put the words 'holy' and 'hell' in the same sentence?

How disgusting, though, if you’re trying to insult me… that’s not going to work.

Perhaps you could try being a little more menacing and a little less… fluffy.

[sgt-kickass-deactivated20150427]

*huffs* Apparently you can’t hear. Must be the mask. I asked who you were.

[unholy-rogue]

Oh, I’m sorry. I mistook that question for the sound of a yapping puppy. *He smirks a little* The name’s Jean. It is a pleasure to meet you, Fluffy.

[sgt-kickass-deactivated20150427]

*good thing he’s used to all these dog comments. He might have felt a little INSULTED* Well, Jeana. Nice to meet ya, I suppose. Even if you’re a bit of an asshat. But you’re an asshat on my team so…. Name’s Sgt. Abernathy. Just calls me Sykes.

[unholy-rogue]

*Jean glares at the other and huffs a little.* Jean, thank you. *The BLU snorts from restrained laughter, still managing to keep himself together.* Sykes, huh? Good. I'm not into that formal military-rank calling shit. Just so we're clear... be sure to stay out of my way and we'll have no problems.

[unholy-rogue]

"I hate all of you.”

[italian-hospitality-deactivated]

-Shrug.-

[unholy-rogue]

"Hey there, mister Italian. Where did you come from?"

[unholy-rogue]

Who the Holy Hell are you?

Did you just put the words 'holy' and 'hell' in the same sentence?

How disgusting, though, if you’re trying to insult me… that’s not going to work.

Perhaps you could try being a little more menacing and a little less… fluffy.

[sgt-kickass-deactivated20150427]

*huffs* Apparently you can’t hear. Must be the mask. I asked who you were.

[unholy-rogue]

Oh, I'm sorry. I mistook that question for the sound of a yapping puppy. *He smirks a little* The name's Jean. It is a pleasure to meet you, Fluffy.