who ; RED Pyro and BLU Sniper what ; Chilling out, maxin' relaxin' all coo- OH GOD NO I AM GOING TO DROWN when ; RTFN warning(s) ; Grown men that can't swim
The dinner jacket was hardly fishing attire, but it was the warmest thing Sniper had, currently. He kept meaning to remedy that. Although, it was nice just to be able to use it more than once. Most of his formal clothes were worn infrequently, and sat around.
Of course, he'd only begun needing formal attire in the past year.
Sniper shifted, moving so that he wasn't cutting off circulation to his feet. Difficult to do, considering he had his legs crossed and his feet tucked under his thighs. It was still a bit early to go dipping bare feet in the water. How Pyro managed it, he had no idea, other than the man being a human space heater. The cooler behind them held sodas (no beer, though), and no fish yet. A bucket would have been simpler, but couldn't hold drinks, and he'd been warned about the social sensitivities of Pyro's gardening friend. He wasn't about to walk around with cleaning supplies in the open. No sense freaking out little kids.
"So are we bad fishermen or are space-fish just smarter than normal fish?" Pyro wondered aloud, his voice barely over a murmur. He watched what looked to be a large carp swim just a few inches below his naked toes with a frown. His hook was deceptively empty and he set his pole aside to string another worm on it.
Smiling, Sniper leaned closer, trying to make sure that he would be heard. "It's not so much that they're smarter," he said quietly. "Fish aren't smarter than people. They just think different."
He winked, tapping above his eyebrow with one finger. "The trick is, you gotta think like a fish." He nodded once, and twitched the line for emphasis.
Pyro nodded a bit and considered Sniper's words in silence. He flexed his toes in the water and yawned once more. "Maybe we should think like a bear," he mused. "Bears eat fish."
He dangled the hook between his feet, watching the worm bob up and down in what he hoped was a seductive manner.
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Of course, he'd only begun needing formal attire in the past year.
Sniper shifted, moving so that he wasn't cutting off circulation to his feet. Difficult to do, considering he had his legs crossed and his feet tucked under his thighs. It was still a bit early to go dipping bare feet in the water. How Pyro managed it, he had no idea, other than the man being a human space heater. The cooler behind them held sodas (no beer, though), and no fish yet. A bucket would have been simpler, but couldn't hold drinks, and he'd been warned about the social sensitivities of Pyro's gardening friend. He wasn't about to walk around with cleaning supplies in the open. No sense freaking out little kids.
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He winked, tapping above his eyebrow with one finger. "The trick is, you gotta think like a fish." He nodded once, and twitched the line for emphasis.
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He dangled the hook between his feet, watching the worm bob up and down in what he hoped was a seductive manner.
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