#nothingpersonalmate

    Rockets whistled past and grenades detonated on impact and Renard LeBlanc was reminded for the thousandth time that day why he hated Teufort. The BLU and RED bases were built far too close together and the battlefront between the two was unbelievably chaotic. It made his line of work extremely difficult. Not because he couldn’t sneak by, that wasn’t a problem; he could probably walk right on over and be utterly ignored by the other mercenaries, so focused were they on killing each other. No, it was the fact that there was just so much shrapnel and a plethora of bullets flying in every direction that it was a feat in its own right to get through it without being hit accidentally.

Can you go to the school and figure out what’s wrong?

Send me a ツ and my muse will rate yours based on physical appearance on a scale of 1-10.

Phil: "If you were younger you'd be a 10. And you were, at one point. Younger, I mean. So now I'd say you're a 9." 

For Johnny:

If we kissed:

[x] I’d have to be in a coma.

[x] This wouldn’t happen.

[x] Oh disgusting. I’d WILLINGLY go through Respawn to get rid of that taste. 

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[x] Slap/Push you away.

[x] Be confused. 

If you asked me out I’d say:

[x] Point and laugh at you.

[x] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[x] Ha ha, hahaha, HAHAHAH— No. 

[x] Touch me and I’ll bash ye fookin ead in i sware on me mum.

[x] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[x] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[x] No.

[x] Actually wait. Let me reload then lube up my scattergun.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

Good lord, you’re loud aren’t you? A bit startling considering I do not know you at all mais…I could answer your question.