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dear_mun2014-07-28 12:21 am
nomorebodybags) wrote in dear_mun2014-07-28 12:21 am
Entry tags:
Team Fortress 2 ; BLU OC Medic looking for a home or playmate
"Yes Mun, I know of your urge to put me on...zhe field."
Wilhelm's obvious frustration accompanies his tone as he trails his fingers through his platinum blonde hair, roughing the neat field up as his frustration gets the best of his physical actions.
"Yes. Yes I understand but--you must understand. Medics such as myself, original characters, aren't very...uh as you would say: Haters many haters?" How he wanted to knock some sense into his mun, though he really couldn't because if he were to physically or mentally in a way hurt his mun, he had the chance of not existing in this world anymore. He would, but he would in a way, cease to exist, especially if the fanfics were to stop updating.
"Oh. No? Hm...zhen how about unliked? Ja? Vould you agree vith zhat? Of course, of course. It's not zhat I am straight but um could you make sure zhat I don't end up like I did in your current work? I don't like zhat whole Spy stabbing my palm over and over, it's excruciating even for my taste..."
His mun and their sickening taste, not that he complained but sometimes things tended to go rather--overboard--to the point that he himself would have hard to taking it all in. Sometimes he wished he'd end up in the respawn room just so that he could get away from it all, but that would only repeat the cycle.
"Maybe if you vere to maybe...vork on zhis...first fanfic of yours more, I vould be at least up for zhis...water testing you've muttered so much about?"
The work that the Mun had currently hit writer's block for, maybe that was the reason why Wilhelm was being placed into the field. This way, if he were to somehow bait someone, then the Mun themselves can somehow get rid of their now semi-permanent writer's block. It wasn't that the Mun wasn't trying but rather they had only bad ideas pop-up. Frustrating this /writing/ business tended to be.
"...ach...you frustrate me so very much sometimes zhat I vant to just...ach...hmph...forget about it. You're going to make my ears burn to ashes at zhis rate. I alvays vondered, vhy you made me. Iz it zhe fascination for zhat TentaSpy of mine? Must be. You're alvays so fond of mein masterpieces."
His frustration is fuming from his ears, but he's not about to let the Mun get him to lose his cool. Wilhelm turns his back and crosses his arms, his eyes shut from being unable to look at his Mun any longer.
"Ve vill see how zhis goes, don't keep your hopes up. It's quite...desperate. It makes you look so veak. It's embarrassing."
Wilhelm's obvious frustration accompanies his tone as he trails his fingers through his platinum blonde hair, roughing the neat field up as his frustration gets the best of his physical actions.
"Yes. Yes I understand but--you must understand. Medics such as myself, original characters, aren't very...uh as you would say: Haters many haters?" How he wanted to knock some sense into his mun, though he really couldn't because if he were to physically or mentally in a way hurt his mun, he had the chance of not existing in this world anymore. He would, but he would in a way, cease to exist, especially if the fanfics were to stop updating.
"Oh. No? Hm...zhen how about unliked? Ja? Vould you agree vith zhat? Of course, of course. It's not zhat I am straight but um could you make sure zhat I don't end up like I did in your current work? I don't like zhat whole Spy stabbing my palm over and over, it's excruciating even for my taste..."
His mun and their sickening taste, not that he complained but sometimes things tended to go rather--overboard--to the point that he himself would have hard to taking it all in. Sometimes he wished he'd end up in the respawn room just so that he could get away from it all, but that would only repeat the cycle.
"Maybe if you vere to maybe...vork on zhis...first fanfic of yours more, I vould be at least up for zhis...water testing you've muttered so much about?"
The work that the Mun had currently hit writer's block for, maybe that was the reason why Wilhelm was being placed into the field. This way, if he were to somehow bait someone, then the Mun themselves can somehow get rid of their now semi-permanent writer's block. It wasn't that the Mun wasn't trying but rather they had only bad ideas pop-up. Frustrating this /writing/ business tended to be.
"...ach...you frustrate me so very much sometimes zhat I vant to just...ach...hmph...forget about it. You're going to make my ears burn to ashes at zhis rate. I alvays vondered, vhy you made me. Iz it zhe fascination for zhat TentaSpy of mine? Must be. You're alvays so fond of mein masterpieces."
His frustration is fuming from his ears, but he's not about to let the Mun get him to lose his cool. Wilhelm turns his back and crosses his arms, his eyes shut from being unable to look at his Mun any longer.
"Ve vill see how zhis goes, don't keep your hopes up. It's quite...desperate. It makes you look so veak. It's embarrassing."
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