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[hasstandards]

Characters: RED Sniper (hasstandards), BLU Sniper (bye_to_yer_head), RED Pyro (notintehkitchen), Chibiterasu (chibibrushheir), and you!*
When: Mid-December
Where: Hospital
Rating: PGish
Summary: RED Sniper awakens in the hospital, having been dragged there after his rescue. His injuries are severe, but he's about to get some visitors.

* Feasibly, he could have several visitors with the span of time he

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[bye_to_yer_head]

The BLU snorted before pocketing the knife again and switching back to the file. The harsh grating filled the air for a moment while he thought about what the other man had said. "It ain't exactly th' same as bein' on yer own. Not when there's a whole mess 'f folks that would cheerfully gut ya if they had th' chance. 'Specially when there's a faulty respawn system

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Eugh. Hadn't thought 'f that." Having someone watch you sleep was unsettling enough, the thought of someone who'd undress you and put you in ridiculous clothing watching you sleep? That was horrifying.

The BLU paused in his packing up to glance over at the other Sniper for a moment, then he dipped his head and busily tied that bag closed. "No worries. Don't want ya goin' stir crazy in here. Moight get it in yer head yer a better shot than me an' we can't 'ave that."

He smirked and carefully swung the bag over his shoulder as he got up to leave. "I'm sure th' dog will be by later. He's been takin' good care 'f yer hat fer ya."

[hasstandards]

RED returned that smirk as best he could. "Right. And I've got to get out of here to remind you which of us is the expert assassin. I'd hate for ya to be deluded for too long

[bye_to_yer_head]

"I've been here for quite a while. Who knows what kind 'f delusions I've got goin' on." He smirked and turned for the door, only limping slightly.

"Take care 'f yerself. I don't want t' be consolin' th' pup when he finds yer body." Not to mention that Sniper would have been a bit upset that the only person in Paradise who was capable of understanding him had died. But it was far easier to voice that by mentioning the dog. Though he was pretty sure that RED could see right through his wordplay.

BLU headed on out of the hospital, feeling much better now that he had a goal in mind: Finish his bow, finish that knife for RED. And now that the other Sniper had made some significant progress on repairing the Machina, the BLU could attempt to get it further into firing order.