💙Barely covered by a short sheer strappy baby blue sun dress that appeared to show more skin than it covered, the willowy widow sat soaking in the warm spring sun near the edge of her base. Her flawless porcelain skin protected by the shade of a tree she sat just under, as she rested on the edge of one of the old worn-out wooden table benches that were scattered haphazardly around the grounds. Her pale blue eyes instantly flickering up from her phone as the handsome sniper leaned in over her with his alluringly chuckled question; giving his body a slow dip of her gaze before meeting his again with a teasing smile curving across her full painted lips.

When he thought he was in the clear, right when he saw the door to the bathroom, he felt someone tug him back and shove him against the wall. At first, he thought he somehow angered someone by doing his little stunt, like a significant other who happened to see the kiss, but as he was pushed back, he saw his face:  the counter clerk he had just kissed. For a second, he thought he really screwed up and he was here to smack him around for practically assaulting him. But that thought was silenced as he kissed him feverishly, enough to rile up the tipsy merm. When he pulled away, he did the same exact thing as him. He watched him disappear into the crowd.

The Doctor slowly peeled his head off his desk, straightening out his specs before taking the proffered tooth into a rubber-clad hand. He seemed to not take notice of this odd teammate, or more so, the fact that this Sniper was anything but human.

It’s sharp, slightly serrated on one side. It indeed looked a might bit broken. The only oddity he took away from the situation was the tooth, in his tired haze. Johannes scrambled through his desk for a small light, and upon finding it, shone it into the hole. 

“Yes,” he said, not quite looking up yet. He was scribbling the last of his report. “I’ll be with you in a moment.”

That moment went by relatively fast, for he dotted and crossed his last I’s and T’s. He dropped his pen and stood from his desk to retrieve a bandage from the medical cabinet. The box he chose from was one standard size, and plucked one. He strode back over to his patient.

It was by some miracle that Ludwig managed to find a clipboard and pen on his chaotic desk, but when he did he scribbled down everything the sniper said with unrestrained glee.

“An iguana you say?” His eyes shot up--only to trace the other man’s features. He could see the resemblance, “Fascinating. You’re not even of the same class of taxonomy!”

For a few beats, the doctor had been observing the Sniper before realising that he had been asked a question.

Clearing his throat, the medic inched slightly closer, cocking his head to the side like a curious puppy.

“Hmmm. I suppose not, though there were theories I’d read about with certain gene therapy. What an interesting concept!”

Lighting up, the BLU grinned, even more excited to hear potentially answered questions.

“Were you born like this? Are there others? OH! Are you oviparous? -- well, you ARE male, I suppose not, since in most species save one that is the female’s description. A silly question, indeed, forgive me. Unless... Well, you DID answer my first question...”