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Orahh!
A pretty chilly winter though the mercs were out and obout in a town having a good time in groups the cold didn't bother them as long as theire partying warmth looms around them, wish it lasted longer though as a bomb is obout to land and the radios are blaring the news, fortunetly most people got to run and the mercs finding eatch other to help getting as far as possible from there making a light of it been there done that, not all of them get to be as fortunate though, sniper and spy are arguing in an area where a radio is busted and where nobody would bother to look, if they were quieter maybe they would have heard the pounding footsteps above them, what are they even at eatch others throats for?
The earth shook and everithing around them wants them crushed to death, accept the walls? The walls are fine, hitting the floor pretty hard snipers glasses werent lucky enough to make it out, neather is spys poor nose, never getting a break is it. It might even be prosthetic at this point. And also add an object hitting spy in the head to it yeah, she isint getting out of here without a minor concussion i wount let her, snipers autism is already a concussion he doesint need 2. Sniper awake wipping off the blood on spys nose not feeling so bloodthirsty after seeing her so lifeless, makes him shiver even, or is it just chilly? Its cold actually. Slipping through the jacket and getting to his bare bones, hed rather spy fuss over anything than be trapped with his thoughts once more with her corpse that this time wouldn't just pop out of existance.
I guess he was already trapped in thought because the height he jumped when spys hand slapped away his and taking the napkin from it, he for a moment though he was imagining her waking up and looking at him with confusion and hurt, maybe he was staring long enough for her to realize he was on another planet, she seems lucid enough after that amount of beating taken.
hi spy from 2fort blue base hi sniper from 2fort red base.
sniper craved pancakes so they waltzed out the building, spy started getting reasonably paranoid obout the sudden rise in temp and no human life around bablin on how they might be dead to sniper and he just pinches her like no spook i know how heaven looks like, this aint it.
They walk down town and talk ab what might have happened and agreed upon a missile scaring the folks away, i mean they had threats of a bomb being dropped on them it wouldn't be a surprise if one aventually did.
sniper convinces her this isint all too bad and they could just go around free of judgement, he even seems enthusiastic obout it, isint his first time surviving in solitute, but maybe its the fact they have the entire town to themselves, spy didn't know how to feel obout the silent town decaying in snow and threatening to take them down with it, without the warmth iluminating from sniper she wouldint have any hope in her left to move, feeling grounded despite the mess of it all.
They were dilly dalling to the store and while under the building, huge ass icycles started to fall when sniper tried ramming intho the jammed door, when the door gave in he heard a yelp of pain and turns to see spys shoulder impalled by an icycle, NOW theres a problem, leading spy inside he rips his sleeve off and ties it around the wound, bloodloss is the last thing they want, how can you have fun with a dizzy head and half your blood on the floor?
Having to lean on sniper searching for any medkids untill he runs off leaving spy leaning on a fishtank but the fish were all frozen in place, looking at them long enough that they started looking back, spy snapping back once a cold metal box makes its way to her chest and being dropped off in her hands as sniper runs off again, not wanting to see the fishes deathstares anymore she walks after him.
Instead of going around the isles hes rummaging through the storage rooms?
Walking out with a huge fur coat in his hands and a grin when he puts it on spys shoulders looking at her for a moment like shes being judged on a fashion contest, his usefulness soon faded when he goes to shaking the snowglobes ehem.
Spy takes our a lighter and a cig, the ice melting in her wound is a pain she hopes to never experience again, but sniper stopping her before she can light it, she would love to burn a huge hole in him by just giving an angry glare but instead theres painkillers in his hand that gets her attencion, swallowing that pill dry made the wound feel almost like an ich compared, but its a luxary to have running water at this time so itl have to do.
sniper finds frozen pizza and cant stop the period cravings, he suggests lighting the store on fire and cook the pizza on a stick, an unphazed spy points to an oven thats in the pastry section and sniper feels like a total moron for not noticing, they light the thing up.
Sniper staring at the pizza drooling to all hell whilst spy trying to patch herself up making irritated sounds and sniper finally remembering that the stabbing snakes bleeding out and shifts to her to help out. Its hard though, his glases are chipping appart, half his vission a blur, spy taking out the similar glasses she picked up while wandering around the place, arent his exact perscription but itl do, taking them and going back to patching, she didn't know if offering them was a use and if its even a bother to him, catching a time to do so is a challange.
Sniper didn't need to be so gentle stiching up she could barely feel it, and the hand squeezing her shoulder after he finished, he really hopes maybe shell be there for him when hes bleeding out.
Hearing a ding sniper snaps his head to the oven and hurriedly reaches out to take the pizza completely forgetting hes putting his hands in a 200° degree oven spy cant help but snicker at sniper cartoonishly waving his hands and yelping.
Impatiently tapping his foot untill it cools, then offering spy a slice, sitting opposite to her
(eating sitting pussy down on the floor and holding toes as one would say)
Sniper soon catching the zzz's contempt with a full stomach, give this man any surface and hell sleep on it without a single complaint.
Spy on the other hand looking at his hat down on his face once more, this time though sniper is aware of her presence, feels inviting even, something catching her eye though, a small radio behind him on the shelf, its ridiculious how miniture it is how would it even work without weighing like a brick? She leans in to take it from beside him, hoping it doesint wake him up, turning it just to be dissapointed seeing no batteries in it, great now shell have to strech her now asleep legs, wish she could just conk out right here as easily as he did.
After long wandering around on a search for batteries finally switching between stations for it to be only buzzing, untill theres a loud sharp switch to a song, it startles sniper from his snooze and he runs to spy making a few items fall to the floor and looks over her shoulder,
they both just stare at it, theres a working station around here, someone alive to pick and play music, good right?
sniper sighs anyways and lays his head on her shoulder not knowing how to take it in, is it releaf or dissapointment that they arent trully alone or that they can return to civilisation again, none of them say a word obout it.
The song reminds him of those cheap shitty school proms, he can tell spy is having some memories flodding back too, she turns to him frowning at the memory of those pesky classmates making fun of his clumsyness and constant shoe stepping. Spy considers turning it off but offers sniper to a dance instead, felt like the music wount last long, she wants sniper to enjoy it as much as her.
(so sniper is a blobbery aussie with piss wiggly fairy legs and shit motors)
Spy being the leading while sniper stepping on her shoes and getting more agitated trying to follow spys moves, but why is he trying to do the same? In battle it was a seperate dance yet it clashed together in the end. Sniper starts doing his own thing as spy is already lost in nostalgia not minding the slight change to her choreography, couldn't help but play with his slightly grown out hair, sniper takes it as an invitation to tug at her mask, made his blood turn cold at the realization that he might have stepped intho deep waters, eyes darting at her face for any sight of anger, but no not a glint, no thirst for murder behind those eyes, oh no nevermind there it is, streching it any further was a red light, spys unwillingness to walk around with a streched mask was not going to change even if they were stranded on mars, oh well hands returning to her back and humming beside her ear trying to do a move that would almost make them both fall to the ground witch luckily they didn't get to taste the floor that day, instead just spy grabbing ontho sniper and hearing plastic cracking sound, she looks at him like he ate a hampster infront of her, they both freeze seeing a half frozen water bottle fall out of his jacket, why? Would you rather eat ice than drink water pal? He used himself to defrost it smartass, spy cant lie it was good idea just that it sadly led to an end of the little quirl they were having, the music faded, so much unwrapped in just a few minutes and ending on them debating on who takes the sip of the water bottle first.
a bit odd for it to come to an end without someone being gutted and drop to the floor, maybe its a nice change.