#runandchase

“Oh, hello Chase.” Émile smiled seeing him, surprisingly genuine. “It happens, I understand. To be honest, you... conveniently missed a very shitty period of my life, and I went on leave, so I actually thought I was the one who didn’t say anything. It’s... probably for the best that you didn’t see that,” he admitted, one hand moving to rest on the boy’s shoulder.

“You NEED someone too, Rudolph the huge-ass nose reindeer!!”

“Okay, first off: Woooooow. Original. I’m so hurt.

There’s an audible MWUH from inside the mask as it pressed against Chase’s cheek, then a muffled chuckle. 

The Pyro paused for a moment, gloved hands disappearing in their pockets for a moment with a hum. One hand came back out to pull off their mask as the other withdrew a tiny doll, not unlike the little angel and devil pyro dolls hanging from the straps of their gas canister. This one, however, wore a tiny red t-shirt and a hat, and its button eyes were sewed above a noticeable nose.

The Spy had taken to sneaking around the RED base for amusement, but after so long of not getting caught he had to wonder if anyone even cared that he was there. Which is how he ended up wandering down a hall uncloaked, hands in his pockets and boredly looking around. He supposed if he saw a RED in his base, he wouldn’t bother to do much unless the guy was poking into things he shouldn’t be--