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roadrunningscout:

"Just make sure McLeach doesn’t come near me!"

She didn’t explain who McLeach was. Why would she need to? Berger would find out some very interesting facts if he chose to investigate the matter.

-McLeach? Who is this McLeach? Berger frowns under his disguise, concern building. Is she being bullied by a teammate? By the way she’s mentioned him or her by name, he assumes he’s supposed to know who he or she is. He decides to see if he can find anything out. He’ll have to play it smart, though.-

…whuht’s ‘e duhn thuhs tihme?

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Gwen froze for a moment. The only Pyro on the team was the… no, they had two now, didn’t they? The woman would be the only one of those two who’d care enough to check on her if they’d heard her, but they hadn’t really spoken, so what reason was there to do so?

"Go away!" she shouted at whoever was at the door, not wanting to deal with this confusing matter. The poor girl sounded quite scared.

-The spy gulps. This isn’t going well-

Uht’s ulrught–– Uh’m jus’ wuhrried abuht yuh–– Yuh sound upsuht–– Uhs there uhnything uh can do for yuh?

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The crying immediately stops, and there’s some frantic shuffling sounds, along with a click of some sort. However, the room’s occupant doesn’t seem to feel like answering the door.

-The spy can hear the shuffling and clicking. He wonders if he should risk it… but he can’t help but feel for whoever’s crying on the other side of the door. He calls out, augmenting his voice to the correct muffled tone-

Hulloh? Urh yuh okay uhn thuhr?

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If anyone ended up going past Gwen’s room, they might hear her crying behind the door…

-Somebody who’s not really supposed to be there hears the sobbing. The sound perplexes him, but tugs at his heartstrings. He prudently flicks open his disguise kit, choses the ‘pyro’ option, and knocks on the door.-

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"Oh yeah?!" She chirped happily, eyeing him over the to of his head as she balanced her hair; finally giving up the attempt as he offered to go get the ribbon from his room. "Yeah? Sure, I’ll come with yah. Haven’t ever been a spies room before." Her mossy eyes wide with eagerness as she bounced on the balls of her feet. 

-He chuckles good-naturedly and shrugs-

It’s not much different from any other room. Come along! It’s not far.

-he begins strolling away at a leisurely pace-

(Source : bowtiespy)

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"Ha, aye! Ribbions would be lovely!" She agreed with another chorus of giggles as she tried to keep from moving too much so the hair wouldn’t fall of his head. "Hmmm, I like green, funny enough." Knowing that the color looked best on her, especially a pale mossy green that would match her eyes. "How are yah gunna do it?" 

Oh! Green is my favourite colour!

-he smiles widely-

Hmm… I think I actually might have some green ribbon back in my room.

Shall I go and get it? You can come with me, if you like.

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Giggling again the young scout gave a cute shake to her head as the spy before her put on his dramatics, giving him a curious yet thoughtful look over before stepping around behind him and giving his shoulders a gentle guiding tug to couch. “Well then, yah can have mine if yah’d like. I mean since no one ever see’s yurs anyway…why not use mine?” Once crouched she playfully flipped her hair over his head so it lay across and then around his face, giving him a little mop of his own. “See. How do yah like it?” 

-He laughs a peers up at her-

It’s lovely! I shall put it in ribbons. Do you have a favourite colour, or shall I rely on my dress sense to pick an appropriate one?

-he unconsciously plays with the cufflinks of his ostentatious blue and black striped suit.-

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"Oh." She breathed with another soft laugh, "Yeah, I don’t think there is a lot that can slick back my hair; it’s always had a mind of it’s own." Giving her head a little shake to send the lovely coppery gold curls dancing as she giggled again, a faint hue tickling her cheeks as the spy complimented her locks. "Hmm, thank yah, that’s very sweet of yah ta say. I’m not so sure if I think it’s so nice my self though."

Oh? Why not?

At least you can do something with it– -he puts on an over the top air-

I cannot do a thing with mine!

-he chuckles, returning to normal-

But then again, nobody ever sees it, so it doesn’t much matter.

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Tugging at one of her curls the young scout gave a soft little laugh as the wild spring snapped back into place along side the rest of the heaping mane. “Brill-antine..” she said slowly, sounding it out slightly. “Ha, I’m not entirely certain what that is, really. It’s not going ta hurt my hair any is it?”

It’s a kind of… eur… -he searches for the right word- a gel… for the hair. To slick it back. Though, now that I think about it, I don’t think it would work on your type of hair. -he chuckles- A very nice type, I might add.

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Instantly at the cut off of his sentence the young scout let her head tilt curiously to the side as her light brows lifted with amusement, giving a little laugh in return. “Well, it’s nice ta meet yah Mr. Berger, my names Emily Conner.” Offering out a friendly hand in greeting.

-he smiles in a friendly fashion and shakes her hand warmly-

Nice to meet you, Miss Conner! 

-he chuckles-

Brillantine, though. You should certainly look into it.

(Source : bowtiespy)

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