mun is taking a brief intermission from her tf2 muse tags

[blanched]

Mundane-san, I don't want to be rude, but... it's been a long time since you've read my story, hasn't it? Maybe you should--

Ah! I-I'm sorry, that's right. You've been busy with your game and your other muses lately.

[The already tiny girl seems to shrink.]

I understand. Heavy-san is much louder than me, after all, isn't she? She must need a lot of time out here, with all of her friends.

... none of my friends have been here for a very long time. So... I understand.




[Her canon is the manga Pita-Ten. And yes this is that BLU girl!Heavy's mun but I suddenly had an urge to bring this little lady back. maybe I'll get some practice here and consider taking her to a real game again??? It's been a long time.]

Comments

[not_onyourside]

Heavy ees very loud, but she cannot help eet, she ees just very big.

I am sorry you must live wez her.

[blanched]

Oh, no, it's alright, I don't mind. It's just that...

... I was alone for a very long time before my mundane took me in. And I thought that my time spent alone was over. But, sometimes, I do still get lonely here, without the others.

[not_onyourside]

[Way to hit all his feels at once.]

Oh.

Well eet ees never good to be alone. I am sure zhings will look up, you are here for instance, zhat ees good.

[blanched]

That's right... thank you.

[She smiles a bit weakly, but she does mean it. And then, as if quite suddenly remembering her manners, she curtsies, spreading her long skirts.]

My name is Shia.

[not_onyourside]

[He smiles and bows in return.]

I am zhe RED Spy, eets a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[blanched]

Oh, the Spy... I've heard a lot about you. Your job sounds dangerous, but it must be so exciting!

[not_onyourside]

Eet ees bozh, zhough I must admit eet does get dull after a while. Standing around alone een zhe shadows waiting for someone to walk by -- eet does get tedious.

But eet also pays extraordinarily well.

[blanched]

Oh... I suppose it would, wouldn't it? [ahhh she fiddles a little with her skirts, but smiles. She's so small that she has to stare almost directly up at him, but dammit, she smiles.] That's wonderful, though.

I... miss the work I used to do. I was a waitress at a cafe called Tricot. It... wasn't terribly exciting, but it was quiet, and I met lots of wonderful people there.

[It was a maid cafe.

Imagine this tiny thing in a frilly gothic lolita maid dress.]

[not_onyourside]

A waitress? Before I was a Spy I was a maitre d'.

And why can you not do zhat anymore?

[Other than the fact he's convinced she's around 10 and that seems to break a lot of child labour laws.]

[pocketsurgeon]

It's never a bad idea to remind ze Mundane to nicht forget about you. Mine gets distracted viz all sorts of nonsense if ve don't reign her in.

[blanched]

[wow so many tall men with accents addressing her tonight.]

Ah-- well, yes, they do get a little distracted sometimes, don't they...?

[She ducks her head, blushing brightly.]

But I couldn't take time away from Heavy-san.

[pocketsurgeon]

Ja. Of course ve are only zeir second priority. Zey haff ozer outside interests zey must attend to.

Heavy .. vhat?

[blanched]

Heavy-- um. The Heavy Weapons woman. Your, ah... friend?

[She seems politely unsure as to how to refer to her. And doesn't understand THAT'S not what was confusing him.]

[pocketsurgeon]

Nein, ze part about sand?

[blanched]

Sand...? ... ah! I'm sorry! I'm so used to speaking Japanese... it's polite.

[pocketsurgeon]

Speaking Japanese is polite? I vasn't avare of zat.

[blanched]

Oh, no! I meant that, in Japanese, when you refer to someone by name and you wish to be polite, they're called "-san."

[hasstandards]

Friends? With Heavy?

[He says that like he doesn't believe she has any.]

If you're talking about the BLUs, those are 'er coworkers. Not friends.

[blanched]

O... oh. But... she seems to think of them as friends. Some of them, at least... and the Medic--

[She breaks off, blushing brightly. It looks kind of funny on such white skin.]

Well...

[hasstandards]

Well?

[He asks, though he has a feeling he knows what the answer is.]

[blanched]

They've become... very close.

[hasstandards]

That's one way of puttin' it, if what I've heard about that is true.

[blanched]

[oh no she blushes EVEN MORE. you're killing the poor proper little demoness, snipes.]

Ah, I... I shouldn't say. B-but it is true that she considers some of them friends.

[hasstandards]

She shouldn't. They're coworkers. There's a difference.

[blanched]

I... ... maybe.

But... after working with them for so long, it isn't really surprising that she would feel that way, is it?