#classic-gorilla

They watched him for a moment, chewing their lips behind their mask as they debated whether to try and get this stranger somewhere more comfortable. His companions seemed oblivious to his plight, laughing and red faced from intoxication. Pyro’s own mates were equally shitfaced, much to their disappointment.

Against their better judgement they slid off their barstool, abandoning that deliciously sweet cocktail of fruit juice, to kneel down next to the large man to make sure he was alright. He was definitely going to have a hangover in the morning but maybe they could help so it wouldn’t be as painful. They carefully rested a gloved hand on his shoulder to let him know they weren’t a threat before hooking said arm underneath his, a low growl of a grunt escaping that soulless gas mask as they hoisted him up into a sitting position. No one wanted to puke on themselves and Pyro doubted he was any different. The bucket was grabbed and carefully set between his legs in case his stomach decided to spew again.

Trying to think of what to do the firebug recalled the last time they got trashed and how Medic made them eat a good handful of bread to soak up the remaining alcohol so it would be digested slower. It had helped from making their situation worse so they looked around before spotting a basket of rolls on the bar, reaching up to grab two.

   The Spy had been here for hours, before they where really supposed to be here, he liked to scope out the area he was going to be stationed at. He had moved through the area, knowing all the nooks and crannies that would help him move from one side to the other, stolen the profiles on the men he would be working with, stolen profiles on the men he would be fighting against. Nothing really stood out to him. This was just a stepping stone for him, he had his new mission outside of this job which he would be following to the T. 

   As the others gather in the rec room, the Spy stays out of it, uninterested in getting to know the others, it was a waste of time, if this place didn’t kill them, he would, it was part of his mission after all. As the others are gathered in the rec room, the Spy is in the hallway, leaning against a wall and staring out of the window which was close by. It was at least calm and quiet out here.

   However that is cut short when he hears footsteps approach him and he does his best not to let out a deep sigh, his head turns slightly so his one visible eye can stare at the one approaching. He was tall and large, he wasn’t surprised really, a lot of people who had signed up for this job was. 

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It was fairly late in the night when young girl was snuck into the base by lil Dell, both whispering as kids did when they were doing something they knew they probably shouldn't be.

"You can stay here, Uncle Ethan won't be mad since you're my friend." Lil Dell decided, a huge grin on his face as he led the slightly taller girl by the hand. She looked nervous in the new place, it looked dangerous, but Dell was her friend and wouldn't take her somewhere she could get hurt. Right?

He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze as he led her to the kitchen and to the fridge, opening it to dig in the drawer his father kept little snacks inside if Dell got hungry. He handed the girl a turkey and cheese sandwich, grabbing a PB&J for himself. When he turned around to see her staring at her plastic wrapped sandwich with an odd expression he frowned.

"Do you not like sandwiches?" he asked, so innocently, ready to get her something different.

"What's a sandwiches?" she asked, brow furrowing as she tried to figure the food out. Her answer caught Dell off guard as he helped her upwrap the sandwich.

"It's food. It's tasty, I promise. My dad makes the best sandwiches!" he beamed, handing it back to her so she could take a bite. He was confused that she had never seen a sandwich before but he remembered when they'd met at the little school they both went to. She'd said she didn't have a mom or a dad, the nice ladies in black dresses took care of her. She'd asked if they were her moms but he shrugged and guessed they were in a sense. He remembered when she stopped coming to school for a while and when she came back she was covered in dirt and bruises. He'd asked her what had happened and she said her moms were angry with her. She didn't know that the hot flowers were bad, that they could eat everything. She'd run away because her moms wouldn't want her anymore, she'd heard the oldest one talking about sending her away to a place called Italy. She didn't want to go, it sounded far away from Dell. She didn't want to be away from her best friend.

That had been a few weeks ago.

Now she was sitting on the kitchen floor with Dell eating sandwiches, something she had no idea existed but they were delicious! Her aching stomach finally wasn't growling at her! She was so wrapped up in her sandwich she barely noticed Dell's attention shifting until he squealed, "Hi Uncle Ethan! Is dad still working?"

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“I bet the mans brain feels brand new considering the fact that he never uses it.” He comments before adding “Sometimes I would like to see things from his point of view but alas, I cannot seem to shove my head that far up my own ass”

A huff leaves the Spy as he crosses his arms over his chest “In other words. I do not like the man. He is stubborn and foolish. His plans a filled with so many holes that I am not surprised that the enemy has been able to thwart them most of the time” Though, granted, most of the time, Spy split off from the others in attempt to turn things around and into their favour, most of the time without the Heavy realising. 

“If he is aiming to be a smartarse, firstly he has to be smart. Otherwise he is just an arse” He shakes his head before chuckling a bit to himself “He is living proof that evolution can go in reverse, at least he is useful for something”

arthur came from the shower with clean ragged clothes on. as he went to the kitchen, he froze upon seeing the apple juice drain into ethan’s mouth.

“ wh-what are you doing!? ”