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A Few In-Game Pauling Lines

“Demo, I was on the phone with your mom.”

“Demo, it’s your liver…just kidding, it’s Miss Pauling, if I was your liver I’d be screaming.”

“I’ve got a job that requires no depth perception.”

“Engie, my moped’s making a funny noise like CHK-CHK-CHK-RRRRRR-CHK-CHK.”

“Howdy, pardner—I’msosorryforthat.”

“MEEDDDDDDICCC! That was…just an impression—in bad taste, now that I think about it—I guess the people screaming are usually, you know, dying.”

“Hey Sniper…so you’re a Kiwi now, huh?”

“Hey Spy, Pauling—I took care of that DNA test for you. You owe me a favor and I’mmmcashingitin.”

“BONJOUR, SPY, ET IS I, FRANCIS ZHE TALKING FRANCE, I HAVE A JOB FOR YOU, YES? OUI?? BAGUETTES—Nn, it’s Miss Pauling I’msorry.”

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[Revamping the theme and shit. I might start rping as Mick again I dunno.]

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The Sniper frowned as he pulled his lips away from the saxophone--honestly he thought he'd been playing just fine.

"Spook--c'mon ya know just 'cause I'm from bloody Oz don't mean I can play the didgeridoo."

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"Why don’t we put those lips of yours to a better use.."

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"'m pretty sure Heavy the one's who actually stopped that ticker mate. But noice try."

Nevermind the fact that the lad had left the Australian dangling off a cliff.

"You say that like it didn’t do anything! If it wasn’t for me we all woulda gone up in smoke." 

"If anything you should be thanking me.”

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"Ya BROKE the mirror right off the side a my van mate. It wasn’t a bloody steppin’ stone.”

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"Oh uhh, heya snipes!

..You ain’t still pissy about that van mirror thing are ya?”

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Hearing the groan that left his teammate in response to the request, the Australian let out a loud sigh, "Mumbles mate. Please ya gotta take somethin' or ya ain't gonna get better."

The Sniper wasn't sure just what happened to be plaguing the arsonist but the Medic had seemed rather. Well he honestly wasn't sure what the doctor had been feeling.

"If it's 'bout the mask I can look away but ya need to take it." He repeated, stressing the fact the male needed to take it. "It'll make ya feel better I promise."

      Much like any child, Pyro hated taking medicine. Taking medicine would require taking off his face, and he didn’t like taking off his face to any degree regardless of the reason. It didn’t help that Medic had made the concoction especially bitter. Whether or not that was on purpose was questionable given the man’s nature, but musing over it was pointless given the arsonist’s state.

      He barely even understood what Sniper was saying.       A groan was the only response that came, exact meaning unclear. He wanted to get back up — he still had things that needed to be done — but at the same time he wanted to sleep. It was all very confusing.

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"Cut it out mate--it ain't gonna help nothing." He barked, hands remaining in place, keeping the Pyro's altered grip from tearing at his mask. "Mumbles--mumbles stop that."

The Sniper wasn't letting go until the other calmed down. No matter how much he whined and fought.

"Easy--easy there." He whispered as he finally started to calm, the attempts to fight against him weaker now.

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"Mate!" Mick gave the other a pointed look as the Spy kicked at the tires of his home, not liking the attitude his partner was displaying towards the holiday decor or his van.

"It's festive. I like puttin' 'em up."

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"Am a bloody grinch." The Sniper mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked to the Spy.

"Don't bloody see the problem with me hanging lights on the van Spook.:

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sorry u said medic in a sweater and i heard medic in a sweater tryna score some sniper smooches under the mistletoe oops

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Alice placed a plate of Christmas cookies on the doorstep of the Sniper's van along with a present for him. He could always use another pair of sunglasses.

Hearing retreating footsteps as he sat in his camper van, the Sniper blinked and made his way to the door, opening it and looking out at the retreating figure of the Demowoman.

"What--" Kneeling down, he picked up the cookies and a wrapped gift, arching a brow.

"Ya didn't have ta go and get me nothin' lass.."

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"Ya never know mate--he might remember somewhere down the line. I don't know. I ain't no baby expert or nothin'." The Australian gave another shrug, a soft smile offered to the father son pair.

When the Scout laid a hand on his shoulder, his expression softened and he shut his eyes a moment, "Don't mention it yeah? Just open that bloody present."

Now the Sniper wasn't the best at picking gifts but he thought he'd done a pretty decent job for the two of them. A couple of issues of comics for Travis along with two of the new festive bonks for on the field. For little Rudy he'd gotten the lad a stuffed kangaroo. Pretty soft fabric covering the thing, a hat similar to the one the Sniper wore atop the things little head.

He grinned, passing the present for Rudy over to him. “Look, Roo. Uncle Mick gotcha a present!” Rudy inspected the box for a moment before almost instinctively putting it in his mouth. Bucky gave it a sniff before deeming it alright and laying his head back down.

Travis took his own with a small smile, “Yeah… I never liked Christmas that much… but I figger since I gotta kid now I oughta try my hand at it. But he ain’t gonna remember none of this anyway.” He laughed, leaning over to smooch on the small baby’s face. “Ain’t dat right. You ain’t gonna remember none of dis.” Rudy squealed and flailed, babbling away excitedly.

The Scout pulled himself away from his boy to put a hand on Mick’s shoulder, “All jokes aside, I’m glad you wanted ta come hang out with us.” He meant this with the utmost sincerity, as the Sniper was someone he cared about a great deal.

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[Please don't reblog roleplays that you aren't a part of. It makes things confusing and throws those who are active in it off. If you like it that's fine--just don't reblog it.]

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"Mostly Christmas to be honest mate..my mum. She always made a big deal outta it. I just ain't feelin' very. Festive this year I suppose." He knelt down, picking up the presents he'd just sat down, inspecting them for a moment.

"This ones for the little ankle bitter--" He responded, trading them over for the ones Travis held out, touched his friend had gotten him something. "And that ones for ya mate."

"Didn’t take youse for someone who got into the holiday’s, Mick. It’s a good thing though. I’d feel real awkward if I was tha only one in this givin’ or gettin’ somethin’." He got up and walked to his dresser, pulling out a few boxes for Mick. There were a few others in there for some other people, including his fiance and his son, but those would wait till later.

He held out the presents to Mick, clearly he put a lot of effort into wrapping them but that didn’t mean they came out good. Which they didn’t. But it was the thought that counted, after all.