bluscoutshane replied to your post: bluscoutshane replied to your post: bluscoutshane…
Pfft, no she wont. I already told them t’back off. *Snorts and crosses his arms.* Funny, scared of my sister.
I’m not scared of her, I’m just not that keen on havin’ my fingers broken. *rolls his eyes*
bluscoutshane replied to your post: bluscoutshane replied to your post: Any of you…
Nah, not yet I havn’t. Com’ere an’ we’ll see.. *Smirks playfully.*
Haha, no. I know you, your sister’ll try and break my fingers again if I get near you. *still grinning*
*Eric walks up to it and sticks his finger out, watching in a kind of morbid curiosity as it cracks back into place and starts healing. All he felt was a strange tingling sensation* I’ll never get used to that.
*winces a little as he watches Eric’s finger returned to the correct amount of bends, and nods* I know what ya mean. Been wit’ tha teams fer ‘bout three years. ‘s fuckin’ weird still. ‘least I don’t hurl e’ry time I respawn anymore.
*snorts, hesitantly moving his finger once it had finished mending. Luckily it seemed to flex fine and he didn’t think he lost any feeling in it* Uh, heh, yeah… It wasn’t pretty when I first respawned either.
*gives a single chuckle* Don’t think it ever is. Ya do actually die, after all. Dyin’ fuckin’ sucks.
*shakes his hand a bit then lets it fall at his side* Yeah… Didn’t help that it was a Pyro that finished me off neither.
bluscoutshane replied to your post: Any of you guys miss me?
Not a single fuckin’ bit. BT
Awww, you hurt me, Shaney. B)
B)
Where ya been, jackass? *crosses arms a little, though there’s no venom to the insult*
*just griiiiins and slings an arm over his shoulder* Just out doing stuff, laying low so I don’t get any more fingers broken.
*snickers and tugs on his belt a bit* Your room or mine?
*nips at his jaw* Mine. ‘s close. *finally steps away, and heads over towards the hall that led to the barracks*
*grins* Alright. *follows with his hands in his pocket, whistling a merry little tune*
*once in the room, Chase closed and locked the door behind them before going back to making out with the new Scout. Chase’s bunk was surprisingly sparse, with only a couple of pictures on the wall. The double bed was unmade, and the night table’s drawer didn’t quite sit straight, but it wasn’t the messiest room, at least*
*pouts and follows him sullenly*
*once in the workshop, they find a dispenser, which, luckily, spins to life once Eric is in range*
*Eric walks up to it and sticks his finger out, watching in a kind of morbid curiosity as it cracks back into place and starts healing. All he felt was a strange tingling sensation* I’ll never get used to that.
*winces a little as he watches Eric’s finger returned to the correct amount of bends, and nods* I know what ya mean. Been wit’ tha teams fer ‘bout three years. ‘s fuckin’ weird still. ‘least I don’t hurl e’ry time I respawn anymore.
*snorts, hesitantly moving his finger once it had finished mending. Luckily it seemed to flex fine and he didn’t think he lost any feeling in it* Uh, heh, yeah… It wasn’t pretty when I first respawned either.
