dellconagher:
redscorcher:
Hector freezes up when Leo pushes him further into the commons, not daring to move another inch closer. Relieved to see the wild animal doesn’t chase after the Soldier, he stares at it again before looking to Dell. “…but how?”
Dell raises an eyebrow at the Pyro, doing his best to look confused. “How what? What’s ev’ryone bein’ so weird about t’day?”
Clyde gets his blood up at the sight of Hector, instinctively knowing Pyros to be the enemies of all Spies great and small. He snaps his claws threateningly, which the disguise technology thankfully translates into the crocodile illusion aggressively kneading the couch cushion. Unfortunately there’s nothing it can do to mask the distinctly un-crocodilian-like hiss the angry Spycrab directs at the RED.
Dell’s face twitches. Maybe Hector doesn’t know what kinds of sounds crocodiles are supposed to make.
Hector freezes again when the crocodile spots him, and oh god it doesn’t look happy. “NothingnevermindenjoyyourTV.” He takes off out the door before it can follow.
theitaliansoldier:
dellconagher:
Dell has to bite down on his gums so hard he tastes blood to keep from laughing. Giving the Soldier a faintly amused expression, he reaches down again to seemingly pat the massive reptile’s head.
“Calm down, Leo. It’s a crocodile.”
“Well, get it out of here! What the—what the fucking fuck?! Fucking—crocodile, alligator, giant lizard with big fucking teeth! Just—what the fuck?! Augh!”
Leo throws his hands up in the air and pushes Hector out of his way again to run out of the room. “There’s a fucking alligator in the fucking Common room! What the fuck?!
Hector freezes up when Leo pushes him further into the commons, not daring to move another inch closer. Relieved to see the wild animal doesn’t chase after the Soldier, he stares at it again before looking to Dell. “…but how?”
dellconagher:
redscorcher:
Watching from just outside the common room, Hector stares intently at the sight on the couch, hoping for it to become suddenly clear how Dell managed to get a crocodile and get it inside and manage to tame it so he could sit next to it. One thing’s for sure though, the Pyro isn’t taking another step into the room until he figures it out.
Glancing over at the cowering Pyro, Dell gives him a pleasant smile and wave before turning his attention back to the television, his hand falling to pet Clyde as he struggles to keep a straight face. “Good boy.”
Squinting, Hector takes a careful step into the room, still staring at the animal. It doesn’t make any sense, so he figures it’s worth inquiring.“…How.”
dellconagher:
“Hmmm… Ya got a lot a’ these here…” Dell leafs through the pile of tiny paper masks on his desk, studying each crudely drawn face while Clyde plays with a ballpoint pen. “But which one’d be the best…? Heh! Oh, here we go…”
Pulling out a mask with a snarling crocodile face drawn in green crayon, Dell grins broadly. He plucks the pen from Clyde’s claw, the Spycrab having been thrusting it like a sword, and takes up a long length of string, tying it around the crab. Then he snaps the tiny mask over Clyde’s face and sets him on the floor, holding the other end of the string like a leash and leading him out into the hall and towards the Common room.
“C’mon, Clyde. Let’s go watch some TV.”
Watching from just outside the common room, Hector stares intently at the sight on the couch, hoping for it to become suddenly clear how Dell managed to get a crocodile and get it inside and manage to tame it so he could sit next to it. One thing’s for sure though, the Pyro isn’t taking another step into the room until he figures it out.
astroengie:
nor-eastah:
Geoff leaned against the table and watched Lenny rack up the balls while he chalked his cue. He took a sip of his beer, on which, thankfully, no one had commented, and glanced up to catch the RED Engineer on the couch staring over at them. He’d never had much quarrel with the man, and although his intense gaze was a little unusual he didn’t seem hostile.
He shrugged it off, and turned to the Demo. “Who breaks?”
Pool was a great way to check out another fella’s rear end. They had to bend over to shoot, didn’t they? Ben just had to wait for them to start the game.
And there was the break. His eyes keenly scrutinized both BLUs at the table. Scouts were runners—they were bound to be decent, even though this one was a little taller and thinner than the average Scout—but the Demo… Hmmm…
Nodding to himself, he scribbled onto the notepad: “BLU Scout (boy) - 7. BLU Demo - 7.5.”
Hector emerged from the stairs with a half-eaten sandwich in hand. Cutting across the Commons on his way to the Engie shops, he glanced briefly at the pool game, but lost interest soon enough and kept on his way. He gave Ben a nod as he went passed.
