#syringefanatic

@syringefanatic

(Now listen here, I like to help people and especially give them advices if they want to (or not) or need a fresh opinion, BUT I have a limited slot of time and at a certain time I can able to. Day and early at the night is fine if I’m not busy, BUT NOT SO BLOODY LATE AT NIGHT!

I literally was about to sleep when someone decided to take one hour of my time needing my help to mend a problem that I deem stupid because of an asshole who is older than this said friend who needs my help and decided to pull many excuses and not just fucking make up with decent beings they are.

[REVEAL] - My muse confesses a secret to yours that they either never talk about, or haven’t told anyone about in a long time. // heheheee

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          Times where Katharine was auto-balanced were far and few; it happened maybe once to twice a month, and BLU — with the exception of some who were suspicious of the Intern’s presence — was accommodating for the most part. They welcomed her, prodding for gossip on RED to which she would titter nervously and glance at the surveillance cameras to convey a message of ‘I’ll tell you later’ — this was a lie, but nobody continued to pry. Her introduction to the team was curt, having essentially gone down the line stating their name and occupation within BLU with her doing the same at the end, and they scattered shortly after.        She was quick to find similarities with the two teams — they were all human (for the most part) after-all, finding delight in their victories and sharing a collective sigh or groan in their defeats, drinking nonetheless. This night was a mild however, as most found themselves too sore from battle to want to do nothing more than have their fill of dinner and go right to sleep — Katharine was no different. With a warm beer in hand that she had found, the Intern makes her way towards the communal kitchen to seek out a snack for later, as there was daily paperwork that still needed to be completed. She’s not even a step through the doorway when she stops, eyes wide and jaw loose as the scene before her is fully realized.      There, on the stove, was Leona; opening the cupboard above as if one of the burners wasn’t threatening to melt the sole of her shoe has she stood a mere inch away from the red hot iron. A chair was adjacent to the stove, but hadn’t provided the Medic with the height she needed to retrieve what she was looking for from the cupboard. The logical solution? Stand on the stove where a burner had been left on by another mercenary. Katharine holds her breath as she places her beer upon the breakfast table, before approaching Leona with furrowed brows and a forced yet curious smile. She could smell alcohol radiating off the other the closer she got.