Cuh-rit!
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sir-antlers:

thecrocketeer:

sir-antlers:

‘Punk’, damn, I’m terrified. Scott. -scratches his neck nonchalantly, eyeing the other with boredom-

Just keeping it to language you’d probably understand, kiddo. Wouldn’t want you to run home and repeat what you hear from us big boys to your momma. It’d break her poor heart.

-snort- You look my age, ‘kid’.

Guess I just aged gracefully. How old are you anyways, twelve? Bet you haven’t even grown your first chest hair yet.

thecrocketeer started following you

sir-antlers:

thecrocketeer:

sir-antlers:

*raises eyebrow* Who are you?

The name’s Campbell, punk. -The BLU sneered, folding his arms tight over his chest- Who the fuck are you?

‘Punk’, damn, I’m terrified. Scott. -scratches his neck nonchalantly, eyeing the other with boredom-

Just keeping it to language you’d probably understand, kiddo. Wouldn’t want you to run home and repeat what you hear from us big boys to your momma. It’d break her poor heart.

thecrocketeer started following you

sir-antlers:

*raises eyebrow* Who are you?

The name’s Campbell, punk. -The BLU sneered, folding his arms tight over his chest- Who the fuck are you?

onewhackyengineer:

thecrocketeer replied to your post: “Heeeey, new Poindexter!” The Soldier, ever tactful and taciturn, walked up behind the newcomer and tried to shove the back of his head with his hand. “You know how to cook, or are you as useless as the rest of the lumps around here?”

“Only the stupid ones.” Grinning like some highschool bully, he leaned in close to the Engineer’s face. “You’d better get used to it, fuzzy. Don’t matter who they say is in charge around here, you answer to me. Got it?”
Moving his head back some, his wide eyes were set on the Soldier’s face, brows furrowed, as he swallowed dryly in a thick manner.
“…O-Okay. I’m s-sorry mister. I didn’t m-mean to offend you. G-Gosh…”, he whispered his last word some, nails digging onto the back pack’s straps nervously.

"Glad we’re on the same page, fuzzy." The Soldier grinned as he straightened up, rolling his shoulders as he did to try and impress on the Engineer just how much bigger he was.

"Best be seeing something good for dinner tonight, too. If you know what’s good for you." And with that, he gave the Engineer’s shoulder a none-too-gentle ‘friendly’ punch before going on his merry way.

the-femgineer:

thecrocketeer:

the-femgineer:

thecrocketeer:

the-femgineer:

Boid, don’t worry. Sue is just talking about himself.

If I wanted an ugly bitch’s input, I would have gone to the dog pound.

You know today is your lucky day. I just so happen to have this nice cup of coffee.   *slings the hot liquid on him*

YOU FUCKING- -whips out his shotgun to try and pump her full of lead-

*Cackles and dodges every shot, smirking at the BLU* Impressive gun you there, to bad it’s slow. *gives him a wink and scoots on out*

((Dodging every shot at point blank range, but Godmodding her hitting mine, nice.))

the-femgineer:

thecrocketeer:

the-femgineer:

Boid, don’t worry. Sue is just talking about himself.

If I wanted an ugly bitch’s input, I would have gone to the dog pound.

You know today is your lucky day. I just so happen to have this nice cup of coffee.   *slings the hot liquid on him*

YOU FUCKING- -whips out his shotgun to try and pump her full of lead-

the-femgineer:

Boid, don’t worry. Sue is just talking about himself.

If I wanted an ugly bitch’s input, I would have gone to the dog pound.

rejectmedic:

thecrocketeer:

What’s with all the kissing going on around here? This is a battlefield, not a brothel.

Vhy can’t it be bozh?

With a face like yours on the premises? We’d have to pay people just to come here- and they’d still want a full refund.

What’s with all the kissing going on around here? This is a battlefield, not a brothel.

thecrocketeer started following you.

better-red-than-dead:

Holy shit what do we got here? Looks like a BLU got lost!

Lost? Hardly. Unlike a woman, I know how to read a map, private princess.