On the thought of dropping and disappearing for good.

[notintehkitchen]

But I don't want to go. If I go, I'll make Sniper sad. Do you really want me to make him sad?

Comments

[hasstandards]

You- wait, go where?

[notintehkitchen]

I don't know. I just know that it's going to be far away and possibly for good.

[hasstandards]

Well, tell your mundane you're not going. You can't.

[notintehkitchen]

I'm not sure I have a say, Mr. Hawk. I think she's giving up on me.

[shhhhh_secret]

Away from you, clearly.

[hasstandards]

Piss off, spook! No one asked your opinion.

[shhhhh_secret]

"Opinion"? Or are you so blind zat you cannot see what a twat you've been?

[quickly]

Oh man, don't leave! We haven't gotten t'eat tacos yet. Or bacon. BACON TACOS.

[notintehkitchen]

[Hey, both of those words have meat involved in them. This is relevant to her interests.]

Bacon tacos?

Threadjacking with a team mom sniper

[ex_haveaplan64]

Oi, not all 'f us want t' drop dead 'f a 'eart attack at thirty.

xD

[notintehkitchen]

I'm not dead yet.

[So says the overweight Pyro who eats bacon everyday on everything.]

[ex_haveaplan64]

I'm pretty sure that's more account 'f th' new 'eart Doc gave you than anything else.

(Big Bro Sniper is worried, missy. Have you been eating your fruits and veggies?)

[bring_the_beatdown]

Hey hey hey.. wait.. You're going where?

Dude, don't do that! Then Sniper will get all blubbery and someone's gonna hafta console him. Guy probably cries tears of Jarate too...

[notintehkitchen]

I don't think he cries piss! I mean, that's impossible... right?

[bring_the_beatdown]

I dunno, I mean .. Medic regenerates, isn't that impossible?

Either way, I don't wanna find out. That shit is gross.

[notintehkitchen]

[Why is she thinking it in her head now. Oh God.]

Urgh.

[hasstandards]

[He heard that.]

[bring_the_beatdown]

[He's not taking it back.]

[notintehkitchen]

Am I going to have to separate you two?

Pyro x Sniper forever! D:

[rrbando_rambo]

Gosh, miss Pyro. I could try ta speak for all of us in Paradise, but I’m sure you’ll be missed. I wish I woulda had the chance ta meet cha, at least make ya some going away cake er somethin’.

Can ya at least stick around to blow out the candles?

I KNOW RITE.

[notintehkitchen]

[Pyro looks down at the.... chipmunk (?) thing and immediately feels like it would be a good idea to adopt it as a child.]

Maybe I can, little one.

[It's still hard getting used to talking animals.]

so cutes TTnTT.

[rrbando_rambo]

[The chipmunk (^_^) took some comfort in the way she looked at him, but her tone of her voice spoke of sadness. Dale wanted to linger a bit longer, but reluctant to postponing the surprise longer he disappeared and reappeared again with the going away cupcake, sparkler crackling warmly atop the cake’s crown. It was one of those rare moments where Dale wasn’t sure what to say, so he took the cupcake and elevated it on his shoulders, presenting his gift.]

[shhhhh_secret]

(What? Sniper's babysitter, possibly leaving forever? Honhonhonhonhon...)

[notintehkitchen]

It's not funny.

[shhhhh_secret]

Au contraire, madame, eet eez more amusing.

(Disguises into RED Sniper.)

(Melodramatic) Croikey, wot's a bloody useless kangaroo 'umper loike me t' do without moi nanny?