*inches closer* It’s good ta see ye, lad.
8)
*tenses* You sure about that, MacDougal? I’d like to think I’ve got being a drag down to a science after however many the fuck years I’ve been working here.
Aye, but that’s jes’ it, Pat. I’ve missed ye’er sourpuss.
*suddenly lunges and grabs the Engineer in a strong bear hug* How’ve ye been, ye scrawny grouch?!
*bright flash, quiet click, and the rattle of cleats fading swiftly off down the hall along with a trail of gleeful laughter*
*HUFFS*
Can't complain, I suppose. Built some stuff. Pelted teammates with small projectiles during off hours. Got stuck with the goddamn homocidal Medic. Was sober surprisingly frequently.
*frees arm to point at the retreating Scout* AND FUCK OFF CHANDLER CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE BONDING OVER HERE
...
...Yourself, MacDougal?













