looking for a medic to musebox with? :D?

[heavyweaponsgirl]

Nyet. I will not do this.

[come on at least it's not you this time]

You want me to find doktor so you can hurt him? No. Is not happening. Baby mundane is sick little girl.

[hey so here's the deal, I've been craving a hurt/comfort-y thread involving an injured Medic, but the Medics I know are quite busy right now and can't play. so, would anyone out there be interested in joining me in my musebox? RED or BLU is welcome!]

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So did I. Spy, you rascal.

[sentryslinger]

That's just how he helps, ma'am.

[Yes, he's smiling about this. Don't say he didn't warn you some time ago not to touch his contraptions, Spy.]

I love you both.

[not_onyourside]

You see? He knows.

I zhink I am laying on part of a sentry.

[Ow. But he's just gonna lay here for a while. It's comfortable. Honest. Aha ha .. ha. Oh his poor delicate bones.]

I LOVE YOU TWO MORE!!!

[heavyweaponsgirl]

Is stupid way to help. You are helping nothing.

Also, broken gun is your fault. I hope you are comfortable.

/spreads the love <3

[sentryslinger]

[Engie walks over to the pile of rubble, grabbing the sapper and waving it in Spy's face like one might do to a dog with a rolled-up newspaper.]

You remember what I told you last time ya touched one of my guns?

[not_onyourside]

Quite comfortable. Zhank you.

[He looks crosseyed at his sapper before halfheartedly trying to swat Engie away with the arm he still has feeling in.]

Did eet involve food?

[sentryslinger]

It involved you learning to keep your hands to yourself. That includes these little toys of yours.

[He tosses the sapper down and crosses his arms.]

[not_onyourside]

Well maybe eet should have involved food.

[Trying to get up now. And his suit is all torn and dusty, you should both be ashamed of yourselves!]

hi friends I fell asleep

[heavyweaponsgirl]

[she's really not. at all.]

If leetle spy is hungry, Heavy can give him nice knuckle sandvich.

d'awww

[not_onyourside]

Non, eets kind of you to offer, but I must politely decline.

[He shakily dusts himself off, wobbling a bit.]