Thirty-three fires set [action]

[muffled_noises]

*Pyro's wandering home finally after that amazing display of masculinity at Soldier's house. He looks like hell, has dried blood in his hair and under his nose, and is hung over, to top it all off.

Approach with caution.*

Comments

[steel_massifail]

[[staring]]

Are... you alright?

[muffled_noises]

*That is not a happy face Pyro is making.*

I'm fine. Go away.

[steel_massifail]

Well, if you say so. But you might want to see some kind of healer, like Lucas. Or even Engineer with his Dispenser.

[muffled_noises]

There's no Engineer here.

*Grumpgrump.*

I'll be fine, just fuck off and leave me alone.

[muertederojo]

*he was just passing by when he notices his favorite color, red, in the man's hair. Kimbley chuckles and tilts his head to the side*

Rough day?

[muffled_noises]

Can I fucking help you?

*Not far from home, he kept thinking. Just need to get to the garage...*

[muertederojo]

*Kimbley lifts his hands, 'arrayed' palms visible*

I apologize. I was only concerned, since you looked to have been bleeding from your head.

[muffled_noises]

*Pyro's still walking. He recognizes the voice and he's not taking any chances.*

Yeah. I was.

[vitalizes]

Hey man, haven't heard from ya in a few da --

[Yeah, Scout finally sees how terrible his teammate looks.]

Uh. What da heck happened?

[muffled_noises]

Normal stupidity with Soldier. Listen, kid, if it sounds like a good idea when you're drunk, it isn't.

[vitalizes]

At least ya didn't get attacked by BLU or anythin' -- not dat any of 'em can put up a fight.

I haven't had a drink in forevah. Miss my Bonk.

[muffled_noises]

There's less of 'em every day, too.

*He picks at some of the dried blood in his hair.*

You'll get it back sooner or later.