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[hands_of_blu]

Some days at work are more of a mess than others. Anything involving the words 'sudden death', for example. Not that the Medic objects, necessarily, since it's the kind of mess where he gets to roam the battlefield afterward with a cooler and leave with as many parts as his black and scaly heart desires, but it's still literally messy. There's more

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[shoeless_ed]

"Junk! Junk! It's a pile of junk!" Ed leaps from a table and starts dancing around the BLU medic. "Hiiii, Mr. Blue Doctor Man!"

[hands_of_blu]

"Indeed," says the Medic, looking up. "Hallo, Fraulein Ed. How do you do?"

[shoeless_ed]

"Ed is good, thank you thank you!" Ed replies. "But she is sick of snow. Bar won't let Ed go out unless she is wearing...boots." Ed makes a face.

[hands_of_blu]

"Nein? I hadn't been aware zat ze back door vos subject to locking too." The Medic raises one eyebrow.

[notagagagirl]

There is a Scaramouche.

Hers is the expression that goes like this: O.O

Sometimes (often) Medic is a scary, scary dude.

[hands_of_blu]

A reputation like that is the work of a lifetime. Not many men can provoke the O.O face while calmly reading about what idiocy Parliament's perpetrated back home this time.

He does look up eventually, though, and smiles in Scara's direction.