carprediem asked: Yes, someone from BLU! I mean, what is your name? My name is Isaac, if you're wondering. Found so many REDs yesterday...
“Ahmm, hola, señor Isaac. I am, eh, Martirio. It is a pleasure to meet you..?” he says, offering a handshake. “There are many REDs, this is true.”
my 3 major skills in life are spending countless hours on my laptop, never leaving my room and being a disappointment to my parents
I have 5
The ability to scroll endlessly, be easily entertained, and the other 3
I WAS WORKING ON A DRAWING FOR ABOUT AN HOUR
AND THEN MY COMPUTER FROZE
AND ESCAPE DIDN’T WORK
AND Ctrl-Alt-Del DIDN’T WORK
AND I WAS STUPID AND HADN’T SAVED
SO I HAVE TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN
((This is why I save all the time now.))
((I lost an entire, pristine lineart. Photoshop force quit. I hadn’t saved. Tears everywhere.))
The haggard Pyro stumbles away to the BLU kichen and hides out in the pantry. Over the past few weeks, it’s actually become a half-comfortable living space. He’s at least snatched a pillow and blanket from his own room to supplement the discomfort of the floor.
Tomorrow… tomorrow would be a day to visit Deen’s room. That was assuming someone else had not moved in. Tonight, what was left of it, would be for watery crying, muffled by drink and the clink of beer bottles.
Another smile for the Pyro. He was happy the other had a good time. “If ya ever need to talk to someone, don’t be scared ta come to me. As I said before, I’m a good listener.”
“Would it be rude to say you are less than chatty, señor?” Shaking his head at the tasteless joke, he dipped into a slight bow. “I must say good night, señor Ike, my pantry calls to me. Pero, I shall keep your offer en mind. Gracias.”
Fandom: Team Fortress 2
“He began playing with every part of his body, which caused Scout to mean in uber pleasure.”
((Scout: the team bicycle.))
He smiled at the Pyro. “Thanks. Means alot that ya think so.” And he meant it. He didn’t think himself cool at all, so it always made him happy when others called him such things.
Evidently so. Excellent. “Of course, señor Ike. I, mmnm, it is excellent to meet you. A better excursion than I had expected,” he explained. There was something he intended to ask, and now it was escaping him.
He snorted a bit. Young? “I just turned 24, and do not mind listening to other’s tales. It’s something I’m good at. Listening. Cool…? It’s…. Awesome… Uumm.. “ He tapped his pen to his chin, thinking. “Yeah. It’s like, awesome. You’re a cool dude, means you’re pretty awesome. “
“I… see” Really, that didn’t clarify things much, though the word “awesome” was somewhat familiar. He’d heard it, at least. Nodding tentatively, he went back to tapping his fingers together. “Then.. you are a “cool dude,” too.” Had he used that term correctly?
He nodded, chuckling silently at how nervous the Pyro seemed.
“Hiding from those things, won’t make them go away, though. That’s what I learned, anyways. I’m glad you came out, though. You seem like a pretty cool guy.”
“You do not quite understand, señor Ike, but it would take quite a time to explain,” he answers, shaking his head. “That is alright, though. It is a sad story, not one for one so young, really. Better that you not know. Pero, eh, tell me, what is this “cool?” I do not understand.” Was he cold like the snow of Coldfront and no one had told him?