Chatter and laughter leaked out of the kitchen doors as most of the mercenaries settled down after a long day of fighting. The scent of spices, burnt meat and beer wafted into the halls as a few loners moved their way either to their rooms or to some other secluded location to be alone. One woman was amongst the departing dribble.
She gave a small wave to a Pyro before turning and making her way along the base, going through the papers on her clipboard. Her melee weapon swayed softly with her movements. Numbers, formulas and names of medicine swam around in her mind, linking to others like pieces of a puzzle. Information was always important.
Absentmindedly, the woman scratched at the scar on her lip before clicking her pen and jotting down on one of the papers, sighing softly. Her back ached, her fingers were sore and her brain was far too tired to do much of anything but sleep. But there was still some paperwork to be finished before she was allowed the comfort of her bed.
“Saghalie tyee’ mam’ook elann nika.” the woman groaned aloud to herself, rubbing her temple.
I love it when people are affectionate with me. I like when they always invite me places, or text me, or call call me, I wouldn’t even mind if they blew up my fb wall with hearts and what not. I would rather have that person than someone who makes me text them first all the time and replies back like 10 fucking minutes later.
spread the word, please
Pshh, I’m crippled at the moment. You aren’t being fair. And I never said I was gonna be nice and I never expected you to be! And this is a cease fire, dummy. We are neither at war nor on a field.
Crippled? -laughs loudly; That usually never stopped anyone. Especially a Spy.
Everywhere is a war field, darling. No matter how you look at it.
-finally takes notice of the others state; Oh? Ears? Are you a rabbit hybrid?
That’s so adorable! Do you want some carrots, little rabbit?
