9th Headshot || [Accidental Video]
*The comm clicks to life broadcasting a black screen with a tiny sliver of greyish light. The communicator is sitting on the floor, with a large, scaly, crocadog butt plopped right on top of it. There's a few seconds of this before the feed finally shows something mildly interesting. The crocadog gives a soft whine and waddles over toward another blackish blob on the couch.
Sitting in complete darkness lit only by a window, is the BLU Sniper, hunched over on the couch, facing the wall, gripped tightly in his hands is something shiny and silver, a thin chain hanging down from his fingers. When Tipsy whines and paws at him with her stubby leg, he reaches down and pats her head with a shaky hand, keeping a death grip on the precious item clenched in his other fist. A few pats for his faithful pet and then he reaches up with that hand to rub harshly at his eyes under his glasses. He heaves a sigh and picks Tipsy up, putting her on the couch next to him.
He hasn't noticed the comm has a little red blinking light on it now, recording him.*
Sitting in complete darkness lit only by a window, is the BLU Sniper, hunched over on the couch, facing the wall, gripped tightly in his hands is something shiny and silver, a thin chain hanging down from his fingers. When Tipsy whines and paws at him with her stubby leg, he reaches down and pats her head with a shaky hand, keeping a death grip on the precious item clenched in his other fist. A few pats for his faithful pet and then he reaches up with that hand to rub harshly at his eyes under his glasses. He heaves a sigh and picks Tipsy up, putting her on the couch next to him.
He hasn't noticed the comm has a little red blinking light on it now, recording him.*