#redtf2

MEDIC ! 🩺

you’re the mom of his many birds now, no matter what your gender is.

stealing his glasses when hes not looking and wearing them.

also stealing his coat. and anything he owns, really.

gives you peppermint chocolate if you’re a period haver.

very, very touchy. loves holding your hand, especially seeing the size difference.

spoils you ROTTEN. loves to buy you whatever the hell you want.

you’re the first person he goes to heal with the medi-gun out on the battlefield.

shitty german dad jokes.

“nonono don’t touch that-“

he loves lemon pie (real)

doesnt know how to put on contacts. you have to help him.

forcing him to go to bed because he decided to work himself untill 3 in the morning.

wake up at 6 am, its soldier screaming “maggots!!!” for everyone to wake up. have your breakfast, if you even can without it having some sort of magical eyeball tumor stuck on it. by 8 am, you’re outside on the field, killing the opposite team members. and sure, there might have been a tiny bit of flirting with the hot sniper. anyway.

after 12 hours on the field, you’re beat. congratulations, you won! your team goes back to the base to celebrate with a bunch of beer that demoman had somehow snuck illegally into the new mexican border. after getting drunk as shit, you stumble into your bedroom and throwing yourself onto your bed.

you close your eyes, realizing that your scars from the battle earlier started bleeding-you should probably go to medic to get that checked up shouldn’t you? ah, who cares. you’ve bled worse.

close your eyes, drift off into a deep sleep with the occasional pyro jumpscaring you in the middle of your sleep.

sweet dreams, you have a long day tomorrow. don’t die.

Shout out to this Flickr account for these awesome photos of my partner and I doing our skit.