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'Ey! Call me Chuck. No, not Chuckie or Charles or any'a dat crap, just Chuck. I'm a Scout for RED.
[[RP blog for RED Scout OC. Please read the about--at the very least, the basic dossier page of the about. This is a sideblog to espionosseuse so this one...
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❤️ !!!
#i hadnt thought about it previously but chuck is actually probably a bit of a pain to deal with#he's not transphobic or homophobic he just doesnt know transness is a thing and doesnt know not to call ppl gay as an insult#though snipers working on the latter#paintiisms
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Send me a ❤️ if you'd ship our muses together!
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He just stood and blushed awkwardly for a moment before realizing exactly what he’d said.
“Er--That is, not like, ‘cause kissin’ you’s a bad thing! Or, uh, anything I wouldn’ wanna do! Jus’ the opposite, actually, I jus’ didn’ wanna, uh, seem creepy, or anythin’, y’know, usually I’d ask permission or somethin...”
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1. Kiss your muse
“…It’s a completely random dare, babe, I swear–”
Wow. The biggest concern here was coming off like a creep, to be honest. Either way, he stepped forward nervously, leaning forward to peck her quickly on the lips before darting back with a beet red flush on his face.
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15. My muse will clean your muse’s house
“I guess I’m here t’clean your workshop?” How boring. “But, uh, you probably have some kind’a system goin’ on in here, yeah?”
#not like he could actually do any good#he hasnt cleaned his room since he was like five the place is a death trap#engineerxblu
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1. Kiss your muse
“...It’s a completely random dare, babe, I swear--”
Wow. The biggest concern here was coming off like a creep, to be honest. Either way, he stepped forward nervously, leaning forward to peck her quickly on the lips before darting back with a beet red flush on his face.
#they are exactly the same height. i was gonna be like 'he ducks' or 'he leans' but no he just steps forward#redmedicwilliams
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Truth or Dare: Send a ☼ and I’ll generate a number for what my muse will do or tell your muse
Kiss your muse
Kick your muse
Tell your muse how they really feel
Tell a deep dark secret
My muse will take their shirt off
My muse will eat a something gross
My muse will slap your muse
My muse will tell you about their first love
My muse will tell you about a time their parents hurt their feelings
My muse will run around the house naked
My muse will prank call someone of your muse’s choice
My muse will do something sexual to your muse
My muse will tell yours about a crime they committed
My muse will tell you about their first time having sex or what they imagine their first time to be like
My muse will clean your muse’s house
My muse will cook your muse dinner
My muse will go out on a date with your muse
My muse will buy your muse flowers
My muse will tell your muse what they think of the new blockbuster movie
My muse will wear a costume of your muse’s choosing
My Muse will tell your muse what they are afraid of
My muse will tell your muse an embarrassing story
My muse will tell your muse a nightmare they’ve had
My muse will tell you a bold faced lie
My muse will go skinny dipping with your muse
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ok i gotta bed im dying
goodnight uou/
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“That’d be neat! I can’t usually swim too well, so I don’ really know what it’s like. An’ octospies just sounds betta, man. Tenta my fuckin’ ass, they ain’t tentapusses, they’re octapusses.” He paused a moment, smirking. “Octopussies. ‘Cause they’ll be runnin’ scared, heheh. Oh, uh, sorry ‘bout ya shirt. ‘S jus’ water, though.” The speed that he bounced back from literal tears was... faster than most, but then, Chuck did everything faster than most. His smile was back to being genuine, even if his jokes were shitty.
“Yeah, I can take yew down there and bring yew back up too. Makes it easier for yew and for me.” He snorted, shaking his head. “Maybe building up swim muscles will make yewr legs even stronger when yew get them back.”
“Tentaspies,” he corrected, almost without registering it. “Yeah, yew probably shoulda taken it off first, but it’s too late now. Yew got me soaked too.” Mundy didn’t seem too concerned by that though, used to getting worse things on his clothes than just water. “Yeah, last I heard, they’re all cannibals, so yew wouldn’t get anything out of impressing them anyway.”
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You look like that fucking dolphin
“...What dolphin? I mean, I am half fish, so I dunno what’cha expected.”
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“That’d be cool’a ya. I don’t gotta stay down there all the time, just... y’know, for a little while every day. Hell, maybe I could get a workout runnin’ from shitty octo-spies, heheh. Or, uh, swimmin’.”
He rolled over in the tub, his dog tags clinking against the bottom. “Shitty octo--oh, gross, I should’a taken my shirt off first. Man, an’ my hair’s all wet, got my big ears stickin’ out...” He splashed for a bit in getting his shirt off, throwing it across the room away from the Sniper. “Guess it don’ matter too much. Ain’t tryinna impress no octospies, heh.”
“Yew don’t have to, though. I like helping yew.”
He chuckled at the bubbles, idly splashing the Scout with some water. “I’ll come with yew, if yew want. Ain’t gonna swim, but I can follow yew from the side. Take a gun, my knife. Help yew out if yew need it.”
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“I wanna thank you. It means a lot.” He frowned at the Sniper’s logic, sinking low enough in the water to blow frustrated bubbles.
“That’s what the Doc who told me about the sewers said. I’m willin’ t’fight ‘em if it means I get t’move around. Shove a bat down their throats, or somethin’. I’d even--I’d take a shitty little puddle outside. At least then I could look at stars’n stuff...”
He rubbed the Scout’s back gently as he waited for Chuck to feel ready to pull away, Mundy purposely ignored the sad noises coming from him, settling for just rubbing his back as soothingly as he could.
“Ah, it’s fine. Don’t have to thank me.” He leaned back a little, trying to ignore how damp his shirt was now. “Yeah, let’s not. Sewers might be the only place yew can swim, but it might not be the safest. Tentaspies eat people. Yew’d be like, uh, sushi for them.”
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“Come on, you gotta have some level’a pity, don’cha? Let the poor half-fish go free?” His attempts at escape were pretty clearly moot, so he just gave up and flopped on the floor.
“If you’re gonna eat me, can you at least kill me first so I don’ have ta feel it...?”
"Excellent, I've been in the mood for sushi!"
“Woah woah woah, hey, no! No. Come on, this ain’t fair, usually I can run–” His wiggling on the floor in hopes of getting away was actually kind of pathetic. “I’m already missin’ half my tail, what more d’ya want??”
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He clung to the hug tighter than he usually did, burying his face in the Sniper’s shoulder. He just stayed there for a bit, breathing a little too heavy to pretend it was just a normal hug, before letting go and wiping his face.
“...Thanks, Snipes.” He sniffled a little, smiling. “I’ll be okay, probably. I mean, if I get too bad before I can run again, there’s always respawn, right?” He laughed weakly, but it petered out when he realised it was... probably not the smartest joke.
“I heard there’s sewers under the base. Maybe I can swim down there.”
He sighed, not exactly sure what to say. He couldn’t relate. He couldn’t even try and relate. Without his eyes, he had still had something. He had his boyfriend. He’d still had his daughter. He’d had Chuck too. It was different.
“C’mere, yew.” He leaned forward enough to tug Chuck into a slightly awkward hug, since there was a bathtub in the way. “Jus’ don’t get used to it, kid.”
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“I think about it whenever I can’t run. ‘Cause runnin’s all I got.” He dropped his hands to look up at the Sniper, not sure what else to add. “Runnin’s all I got. That’s why I run in the rain, an’ when I’m sick, an’ when my legs hurt...”
He studied the Sniper’s face quietly for a moment. “Look, I... I know ya don’ like hugs, an’ I’m kinda wet, but--Naw, sorry, I don’t--Sorry.”
“Maybe they do. Some people express it real bad, yew know.” He turned the water off, if only because he didn’t want it sloshing over the edges of the tub, before focusing on Chuck again. “I don’t.”
He cleared his throat, shaking his head. “Yew’re talking about not living anymore. Forget about whether or not yew thought about it before I said it, talking about that is a bit upsetting. I can’t say I understand, yeah? I got to keep my eyes. But I jus’– I dunno. I wish yew didn’t have to deal with this.”
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