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They should invent a method of asking for reassurance that nobody secretly hates you that doesn't make people secretly hate you.

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On a rainy day.

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Medic: You shouldn’t insult people who are bigger than you.

Engineer: Then I’d never get to insult anyone, and we can’t have that.

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“Ain’t gonna feel too much of anything ma’am. Least not in one hand.” He laughed nodding down at the gunslinger. “But I’ll let you know.” He didn’t lift her high enough for seeing up her skirt to really be a problem but he still politely turned his head away.

His hold was rock stead as he lifted, the weight nothing compared to the machines he lugged around all day. “Got it?” He asked after hearing a bit of clinking above.

" Hey Handsome, give me a leg-up, wouldya?--I can't reach the beans." ^^

Well this was a first. Not often did the shortest man on the team get asked for help reaching something.

“Sure thing, step up.” Lacing his fingers together into a secure foothold and bending his knees to offer a boost.

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“Always were good at first impressions.” Dell chuckled thinking back on their first meeting…

Grabbing a beer he tossed it over to the BLU. Whatever it was that the man wasn’t saying would he easier to discuss with a little alcohol. “Team treated you good though? Cuz they’re get a real trigger-happy present if they didn’t.”

"Well shit, yer still kickin' around, huh hardhat?" A voice the engineer wouldn't have heard in ages chimed up behind him. If he were to turn around, he would see the mechanically footed BLU Scout, the younger American had a short beard growing, not a patchy pathetic mess but a full bodied beard. "Thought ya would have kicked da bucket or retired by now"

“You wish.” Dell was beaming as he turned towards his old friend, the oily rag he’d been wiping his hands on getting flung over his shoulder as he opened his arms wide for a hug. “Come ‘ere!”

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Dell noticed the slight drop, but he’d ask later. Now was a time to rejoice and celebrate his Scotts return. It was an occasion that deserved the good stuff, and opening his mini fridge he pushed aside the cheap RED name beer and grabbed something a little nicer from the back as they headed through the workshop.

“Pockets been doin’ well, actually managed to catch a mouse last week. Tiniest mouse I’d done ever seen.” He chuckled, grabbing some logs with his free hand before heading out to the fire pit.

“Medic finally won a game of chess against the big guy too. Man was haply was a clam… I bet Heavy let him win, but don’t you go lettin’ Doc know I said that.” He’d ramble the whole while he started up the fire, only quieting down to give Scott a chance to share when the fire was blazing and he was sitting on the log.

"Well shit, yer still kickin' around, huh hardhat?" A voice the engineer wouldn't have heard in ages chimed up behind him. If he were to turn around, he would see the mechanically footed BLU Scout, the younger American had a short beard growing, not a patchy pathetic mess but a full bodied beard. "Thought ya would have kicked da bucket or retired by now"

“You wish.” Dell was beaming as he turned towards his old friend, the oily rag he’d been wiping his hands on getting flung over his shoulder as he opened his arms wide for a hug. “Come ‘ere!”

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" Hey Handsome, give me a leg-up, wouldya?--I can't reach the beans." ^^

Well this was a first. Not often did the shortest man on the team get asked for help reaching something.

“Sure thing, step up.” Lacing his fingers together into a secure foothold and bending his knees to offer a boost.

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“What changed then? Not that it ain’t nice. Ya look handsome.” He also looked older and it made Dell feel a little wearing remembering he was getting up there in age.

“Ya know what? Let’s get some beers and go set up at the fire pit, you can tell me all about what ya’ve been up to.” Releasing his face he patted Scotts back and began to lead him away. Too excited about catching up that he didn’t even consider the man might be busy.

"Well shit, yer still kickin' around, huh hardhat?" A voice the engineer wouldn't have heard in ages chimed up behind him. If he were to turn around, he would see the mechanically footed BLU Scout, the younger American had a short beard growing, not a patchy pathetic mess but a full bodied beard. "Thought ya would have kicked da bucket or retired by now"

“You wish.” Dell was beaming as he turned towards his old friend, the oily rag he’d been wiping his hands on getting flung over his shoulder as he opened his arms wide for a hug. “Come ‘ere!”

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Dell had to watch himself as he squeezed the man, feeling like he’d missed the man so much he could squeeze him in half if he wasn’t careful. “Miss ya too Scott…” He sighed as he pulled away but still held onto the man’s shoulders.

“Jesus let me get a good look at ya, since when could you grow a beard?!” A metal hand came out and grabbed Scott’s jaw as he turned it side from side. Fussing over the boy like a Grandmother who hadn’t seen her grandkids in ages.

"Well shit, yer still kickin' around, huh hardhat?" A voice the engineer wouldn't have heard in ages chimed up behind him. If he were to turn around, he would see the mechanically footed BLU Scout, the younger American had a short beard growing, not a patchy pathetic mess but a full bodied beard. "Thought ya would have kicked da bucket or retired by now"

“You wish.” Dell was beaming as he turned towards his old friend, the oily rag he’d been wiping his hands on getting flung over his shoulder as he opened his arms wide for a hug. “Come ‘ere!”

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small gift for @evtsev starring his handsome cowboy engineer oc diego <3

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sounds like a practical problem a philosopher can't fix

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"Well shit, yer still kickin' around, huh hardhat?" A voice the engineer wouldn't have heard in ages chimed up behind him. If he were to turn around, he would see the mechanically footed BLU Scout, the younger American had a short beard growing, not a patchy pathetic mess but a full bodied beard. "Thought ya would have kicked da bucket or retired by now"

“You wish.” Dell was beaming as he turned towards his old friend, the oily rag he’d been wiping his hands on getting flung over his shoulder as he opened his arms wide for a hug. “Come ‘ere!”