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real footage of me playin tf2 w 2 kills and 60 deaths

Tumblr making me rip out my hair right now. Anyway revamped designs from my tf2 sib series ft @chokulit ‘s journalist! Yippee!

here isa ten mins doodle ..

its so girl to writhe around to car seat headrest

Im just feeling a certain way rn

Sniper doesn’t understand why Spy would go to him of all people to talk or spend time with. Spy is 20 years older and the two have completely different interests yet the Frenchman shows up at his doorstep or appears next to him when he’s sitting by a fire. It freaked him out at first and Spy almost had his head separated from his shoulders when he first popped up behind him. It soon became second nature to set out an extra chair when he was outside and wait for the spy to gracefully sit down in it, though sitting gracefully in a folding lawn chair wasn’t quite possible and watching Spy look disgruntled by how awkwardly he had to sit was laughable to the sniper.

He bought a cheap bottle of wine that he’ll offer Spy when he drops by and learned early on that Spy will only accept a glass if he needs to vent or if he’s exhausted, and even then he’ll complain that it’s too sweet or it has a horrendous taste. Sniper doesn’t try to look for different brands or years or even types. He buys the exact same bottle once it starts running low because he enjoys watching the exaggerated way Spy will curl his lip and grimace, or how he’ll glare at the bottle in Sniper’s hand before he even pours it.

“Your taste is disgusting.” Is what he always says upon seeing it.

“You keep drinkin’ it.” Is how Sniper always replies.

He’ll pour the wine into a coffee mug and Spy will take the mug and hold it like it’s a bomb. He won’t comment on the mug though, not even the worn lettering that says #1 Sniper or the chip on the lip of it. He can still smell the coffee Sniper had in it from earlier that day, the smell ingrained in the glass, it’s a disgusting comfort to him.

He wont tell Sniper to buy a different bottle of wine. He likes how Sniper’s eyes light up when he shows his distaste, or how Sniper will try to hide his grin when Spy takes that first sip.

They’ll stare at the stars. Spy will smoke a cigarette and Sniper will eventually convince him to give him a puff.

He’ll say he doesn’t understand why Spy has them imported when it tastes and smells the same as the cheap ones that are sold at a quick stop in town. Spy will rant to him how the cigarettes are made and how dare he compare his fine cigarettes to those half-rolled sticks of barely blended tobacco. Sniper will roll his eyes and half-heartedly argue with Spy about it before the two somehow end up on a completely different topic. Sometimes the topic is still an argument, other times it’s the two simply discussing things they understand and the other doesn’t, occasionally it’s just friendly banter. Typically it’s still just arguing.

Spy will leave after finishing the wine or his cigarette, even if their topic of conversation isn’t fully discussed. Sniper will watch him go, sometimes yelling at him to get back there if he felt like Spy was losing an argument, but he won’t run after him. Sniper will stay outside until Spy is no longer visible before turning in for the evening, knowing the same thing will happen again in just a couple more nights.