#rpthundersoldier

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The broken song coming from the BLU made Thunder wince, a startled look soon crossing his features as he was stumbled into a horrible shifting of limbs. “How drunk are you exactly?” He asked, managing to tug himself free, trying desperately to still the other soldier. If he had to watch that … moving for any longer he think he’d need to be drunk. There was bad dancing and then there was Murdoc.

His mild disgust soon turned to worry. How the hell did Murdoc get out here in this state? It was a miracle the guy hadn’t killed himself yet. Plus if he was drunk enough to be able to hear things then he must be smashed. Hard. “Should probably take you home.” Thunder could only be thankful that the BLU hadn’t decided to use all the empty beer bottles for other things.

“Wha-- I ain’t drunk,” Murdoc grinned with a slur. “’m just really happy t’see ya s’all.” As his impromptu dance partner removed himself from the grasp of the intoxicated soldier, the BLU frowned. “Dun need t’go.... t’go home,” he grumbled, lazily trying to shrug and pull off the hands that tried to still him. “Night’s still young n’ I got shit t’do n’ there ain’t nothin’ y’can do t’stop—”

Head swiveling around, his arms lowered instantly but his shoulders hitched up as the jar was snatched from him, the loud mousey voice making his ears ring. “Sorry.” He managed to sound at least a little guilty, the lecture he was getting only making his posture more hunched before that cut beat silence filled the room. Blinking briefly, Thunder positively grinned, back straightening instantly as he grinned widely. “Yes! But only once and I have forgotten your name!” There was a slight pause as his grin slowly fell. “Ah… sorry about that.” He was better with faces.

The jar was soon gently placed back in its rightful spot with the other specimens, managing to shrug the trespass off. “Huh, it’s alright. I mean, they are interesting, and I don’t expect most people to know how anal I can be about them.”

Musing for a moment, Heinz’s eyes fix on the ceiling for a moment... right before clicking both fingers and aiming them at the soldier. “Lighting! Something... like that. I know it was something to do with the weather. I don’t know, I mostly remember tattoos when it comes to you.

“Hey, hey! Don’t touch those!”

Cue a little BLU medic charging towards and quite literally screeching his words at the soldier, reaching up to clasp the jar in his hands.

“These guys are valuable, alright?! I don’t exactly approve of just anyone going out and--”

Luckily the Soldier got to spend the next week or so in warmer climates. Staying at Coldfront for so long was doing a number on him, so his commission to stay at Badlands was more than welcome. What was even better, was the fact that a particular soldier he was familiar with was located in the heated desert. It was his first day back so why not have a little fun, right?

Murdoc did well to avoid the RED completely for most of the day, jumping away whenever he was in site in hopes that it would keep him off the radar. Unlike his normal aggressive style, he played back with the team, studying the other's roll out and positioning. It was a rather boring day regardless, but he hoped the last round would be worth it. 

He took intensive to equip himself with the rocket jumper so his feet wouldn't take such a pounding, and as soon as bell sounded, he was out the shutter doors in a blink of an eye. 

Hm? What do you- [Squints and looks down at his arm.]

Oh, those! Sorry, they’re still kind of new, still getting used to them and all that. But thanks a lot, seriously.