With six other brothers to contend with, Matthison was rarely, if ever, bored during the times he came back home to his lovely city of Boston, but this was one of those instances. His brothers were out attending to the lives they'd gotten since he'd been off, fighting for Reliable Excavation & Demolition and he was disconnected from his old friends and haunts. Reliable bat on his shoulder and a can of spray paint in hand, he was wandering the city in search of some trouble to get up to.
He found it as he slowed his stroll in front of a florist's, staring at the building contemplatively. He remembered something the RED spook had told him, right before they'd gone off in their different ways for break - how he'd heard rumors that the BLU spook pushed flowers in his down time. There was nothing to say that he worked anywhere here, but Matthison grinned and shifted his grip on his bat anyway
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The shattering sound from the shop front caused Pierce to look away from his work. It had been an rather slow day and he hadn't heard the door chime but the sound was too loud to be something that wasn't of relation to the small floral shop. He set his glasses down and the pen he had been using all the same and got up to see what the damage was.
When he laid eyes on the scout spraying the front he immediately raised a ruckus, "What are you doing!? My store! My beautiful store!"
It infuriated him to say the least. He was not expecting to be confronted off the battle grounds by this insolent fool, but what could he do? He did not want to give himself away, specially when he was not dressed in his usual attire. It would be too risky, too reckless.
The police would obviously arrive too late and all the scout would care about is petty distraction. What cave man like mentality.
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He found it as he slowed his stroll in front of a florist's, staring at the building contemplatively. He remembered something the RED spook had told him, right before they'd gone off in their different ways for break - how he'd heard rumors that the BLU spook pushed flowers in his down time. There was nothing to say that he worked anywhere here, but Matthison grinned and shifted his grip on his bat anyway ( ... )
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When he laid eyes on the scout spraying the front he immediately raised a ruckus, "What are you doing!? My store! My beautiful store!"
It infuriated him to say the least. He was not expecting to be confronted off the battle grounds by this insolent fool, but what could he do? He did not want to give himself away, specially when he was not dressed in his usual attire. It would be too risky, too reckless.
The police would obviously arrive too late and all the scout would care about is petty distraction. What cave man like mentality.
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