#bloodflew

      “Oh, ha hah...” Seeing the supposed ‘angel’ force back a snicker caused her to snicker as well, mimicking the man’s reaction.

     “I feel... fant-static,” she said before slapping a hand on her forehead to laugh harder in a drunken fashion. It was unclear if she was slurring her words or if she was making a pun, considering she had gotten electrocuted while trying to diffuse a sentry sapper that caused the uberchip plugged into her heart to give out. If it was intentional, then at least that meant she sort of remembered what happened.

Drink or tell the truth || Accepting || @bloodflew

There was a smile on his face as he put the glass down.Pulling away from the table to step around it so he could stand in front of the man. Cupping his hand against his face with a warm smile. “I like ya fer both love. I’ll admit that yer looks got me first, but the more I got ta know ya. The more time I spent with ya, just- made me fall more n’ more for ya.” He chuckles. “Even if ya occasionally push me outta windows...”

slowly, he turns his head to look over his shoulder — frowning subtly when he sees a small hint of blue clothing in what little light the moon gives. on one hand, he’s happy to have gotten a warning and not just a hostile greeting, on the other hand, he’s upset to be caught in the first place.

a moment passes in absolute silence as he weighs his options in his mind. he doesn’t see a weapon on the other, he could maybe try to take him on and get some fresh organs, but he doesn’t quite like his chances of that — besides, this entire night has brought him nothing of use, there’s nothing worth starting a fight for.

❝   fine.   ❞

He’s fairly certain he’s accounted for all the people in their eighteen-man-war, and this was not one of them. Regarding the slight silhouette in near pitch darkness, it had taken a second of squinting to realize there was indeed a person there, and that it wasn’t anyone he knew.

Regarding the youthful face with no small amount of suspicion, he flicks on the torch brought for back up. Eyes unprotected by his usual aviators, the Sniper blinks against the sudden contrast of light as it illuminates the stranger. He frowns.

Cecil’s seen his share of mangled corpses. Wars always have a steady supply, and having participated in two his tolerance for them became higher than average. There’s only so many times you can puke after seeing someone blown to bits. This chokepoint was particularly dense body count wise, and the lumps were mostly tuned out in the dark, wet smell made tolerable in the cooling night. Until now, when he realizes what the other had been crouching over.

@bloodflew 

“ I’M NOT A NURSE ! ”