Yep.

[sentryslinger]

Alrighty, I agree with you. It is too quiet around here. Now how're we gonna go about fixing that?

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I'll tag them both. I don't care. CAN'T BE TAMED.

[not_onyourside]

We make some noise, naturally.

[Look at that leer. Enjoy that leer. That leer speaks of all the things they could do that would be suitably noisy.]

So I have noticed. WE DO WHAT WE WANT.

[sentryslinger]

We sure do, partner. Never heard of a quiet explosion.

[He's apparently thinking of completely different noisy activities than Spy.]

[not_onyourside]

Nor I. Explosions are made to be heard.

[Sure they're talking about the same thing. Sure.]

[sentryslinger]

I'd suggest we make some of our own, but for that we'd either have to start shootin' at one another, or get some fireworks.

[not_onyourside]

I zhought you would never ask.

[He pauses. You said the magic words to distract him from his libido.]

Fireworks? Do you have some?

[sentryslinger]

Soldier probably does.

[notintehkitchen]

Hm? You are supposed to be the one that's good at fixing things.

[Honestly, she's happy to see you and yep it's pretty obvious. Pyro isn't the best at controlling her emotions. She's doing good enough she hasn't tackled you to the floor yet so she has that going for her.]

[sentryslinger]

[He's grateful to still be on his feet.]

Well, I do have a few ideas of my own, but I was seein' if good old encouragement worked first.

[notintehkitchen]

Encouragement! Okay, I can do that!

[Annnd she begins to unzip her suit just enough so she can shove her hands in and start digging, where did she put those pom-poms?]

Nope, nah, not this one... OH!

[After throwing numerous items out and making the rules of storage absolutely insane she finds two red pom-poms.]

Like cheering... let's see... how should I do this...

Things are really boring
I'm pretty sure these muns are snoring!

[Thaaaaaaaaaat's all she's got so far.]

[sentryslinger]

[He smiles at first, then that smile cracks into laughter. He shakes his head, putting his hands on his hips.]

I can't say that's exactly what I meant, Pyro, but I'll be damned if it wasn't a good attempt.

im sorry shes being so cute even I want to die

[notintehkitchen]

[She blushes a little, it is kind of embarrassing to do this but if it makes him smile and laugh it's all worth while!]

I try my best! I don't want everyone to go away forever and ever... especially you...

She's doing what she does best. It's a talent.

[sentryslinger]

Some of us are going to come and go, Pyro. That's just the nature of things.

[americannon]

EXPLOSIONS!

But the kind that comes from a grassroots American rocket! Not some namby-pamby grenade!

[sentryslinger]

Well, what if it was an American-made grenade? Those can make quite a ruckus, I'm sure.

[americannon]

[Soldier has to think about that for... several seconds. Several long seconds. Engie just confused his brain.]

... Erm... negatory! ROCKETS!

[sentryslinger]

[He holds up his hands defensively.]

All right, all right. Rockets it is, Soldier. I trust a man with as much experience with explosions as you have to know what he's talking about.

[Or to possibly shoot him if he disagrees. You know, it's just easier to go along with it.]

[americannon]

[They may be on different teams, but Soldier holds a fondness for the Engineer regardless of rivalry: he's a good, hard-working 'Murcan! Bootstraps!]

Damn straight it's rockets! Go big or go home!

[He has a shovel in his hand, by the way, and he's emphatically smacking his own helmet with it.]

[sentryslinger]

[He smiles, just a hint of nervousness hidden behind his goggles.]

Sounds about right. There's not much to go big about 'round these parts, but maybe a fella like you could change that.

[Just don't shoot him with rockets, Solly. Or bash him with that shovel. You know how hard it is to get shovel dents out of a Dispenser?]

[not_onyourside]

[Do not be alarmed. This is a simple threadjack so I can tell you that your username is amazing and you should feel amazing.

Carry on.]

[shhhhh_secret]

(Probably joking:) I could change to RED have you chase me around; eet haz certainly been a while since I've played a good cat-and-mouse game.

[sentryslinger]

I'll leave the runnin' around to Scout.

[Whether or not he thinks Spy is joking is left unsaid.]

[shhhhh_secret]

(In Scout's voice, grinning like the troll he is:) Ah, so yewts are more yer type, huh? I'll hafta keep dat in mind.


(Then, with an even bigger grin somehow, still in Scout's voice:) Need a Dispensah Heyah!

[sentryslinger]

[Sigh. This is his teammate, folks.]

All right, Spy. You can cut that out. I get enough of that from the real Scout.

[shhhhh_secret]

(Considering all of the shenanigans everyone else pulls, Spy's actions are positively affectionate.)

(Normal voice, with just a touch of teasing:) See? You should appreciate ze quiet more. Sooner or later, we'll all be back on ze job again and you'll never hear ze end of et from, well, everyone.

[sentryslinger]

I suppose that's true, though even when I'm enjoyin' the peace and quiet around here, I still have to deal with troublemakers like you Spies from time to time.

[You and the RED one.]