blurocketjumpsoldier:

blufempyro:

blu-medic:

blurocketjumpsoldier:

blufempyro:

blu-scout:

blurocketjumpsoldier:

blu-scout:

blu-medic:

blufempyro:

((What a crazy Christmas party! And it seems Pyro missed it all. After spending all day in the kitchen, baking delicious treats for her teammates and friends, everyone has left and she is stuck with a very drunk and very passed out Soldier. Knowing that waking him would be similar to waking a sleeping bear, she stands a couple of feet away from his limp, exhausted form, trying to get his attention and wake him by calling his name.))

I guess I vill help you *attempts to pick up the passed out soldier to take him to bed* OH MEIN GOTT TOO HEAVY!!!

*pushes doc out of the way* Let me. *lefts the soldier a good 2 feet off the ground* little help guys?

-he sluggishly tries pushing people off- you ain’t invited to this rodeo maggots, git the hell…hhhnnngh offa me…-drools a little on scout.-

Ew, ew, EWWWWW! Help me guys!!!

((Appreciative of her team’s attempts at helping, she understands that Medic lacks the upper body strength it would take to lift a man of Soldier’s size up. Unfortunately for her, Scout, and Medic, he seems to be sleep-talking. And sleep… grabbing. The inebriated Soldier clings to her boot, obviously mistaking it for Engineer’s, sends her into a slight mental panic. Trying to keep her cool, she asks the Medic if he happens to know where their Heavy is.))

-He groans, opening his eyes, having a huge head ache pulsating through his brain, frowning.- What the hell ….why is everyone touching me, DAMMIT?! -growls, trying to stand up on his own, fumbles back into Medic.- Aaaugh damned hell

*falls back from the weight of the Soldier* MEIN GOTT!!! GET IT OFF

((Putting a great deal of faith into the idea that her teammate has sobered up from the small amount of rest he’s had, Pyro tries to politely inform Soldier that he seems to be in the process of flattening one of his own teammates. Something tells her that he was probably a lot less dangerous on the floor.))

-He glares at Scout for a second, taking his hand and getting off of Medic, rubbing his head- I was having a good dream, and you maggots woke me up….eugh…just take me to my room…-he looked at Pyro, raising a brow- you smell like….sugar…

((Surprised that he would notice such a thing, Pyro explains that she’s been in the kitchen all day, making treats. She then explains that there are gingerbread men, a gingerbread house, brownies, and chocolate cake. She uses the excuse that BLU authorized and funded a Christmas Ceasefire Celebration, trying to avoid mentioning that cooking for her teammates makes her very happy. She knows he doesn’t like it when his teammates are too sentimental about… well, anything. She proceeds to offer the Soldier an escort to his room, and a guarantee of peace and quiet.))

blurocketjumpsoldier:

blufempyro:

blu-medic:

blurocketjumpsoldier:

blufempyro:

blu-scout:

blurocketjumpsoldier:

blu-scout:

blu-medic:

blufempyro:

((What a crazy Christmas party! And it seems Pyro missed it all. After spending all day in the kitchen, baking delicious treats for her teammates and friends, everyone has left and she is stuck with a very drunk and very passed out Soldier. Knowing that waking him would be similar to waking a sleeping bear, she stands a couple of feet away from his limp, exhausted form, trying to get his attention and wake him by calling his name.))

I guess I vill help you *attempts to pick up the passed out soldier to take him to bed* OH MEIN GOTT TOO HEAVY!!!

*pushes doc out of the way* Let me. *lefts the soldier a good 2 feet off the ground* little help guys?

-he sluggishly tries pushing people off- you ain’t invited to this rodeo maggots, git the hell…hhhnnngh offa me…-drools a little on scout.-

Ew, ew, EWWWWW! Help me guys!!!

((Appreciative of her team’s attempts at helping, she understands that Medic lacks the upper body strength it would take to lift a man of Soldier’s size up. Unfortunately for her, Scout, and Medic, he seems to be sleep-talking. And sleep… grabbing. The inebriated Soldier clings to her boot, obviously mistaking it for Engineer’s, sends her into a slight mental panic. Trying to keep her cool, she asks the Medic if he happens to know where their Heavy is.))

-He groans, opening his eyes, having a huge head ache pulsating through his brain, frowning.- What the hell ….why is everyone touching me, DAMMIT?! -growls, trying to stand up on his own, fumbles back into Medic.- Aaaugh damned hell

*falls back from the weight of the Soldier* MEIN GOTT!!! GET IT OFF

((Putting a great deal of faith into the idea that her teammate has sobered up from the small amount of rest he’s had, Pyro tries to politely inform Soldier that he seems to be in the process of flattening one of his own teammates. Something tells her that he was probably a lot less dangerous on the floor.))

-He glares at Scout for a second, taking his hand and getting off of Medic, rubbing his head- I was having a good dream, and you maggots woke me up….eugh…just take me to my room…-he looked at Pyro, raising a brow- you smell like….sugar…

((Surprised that he would notice such a thing, Pyro explains that she’s been in the kitchen all day, making treats. She then explains that there are gingerbread men, a gingerbread house, brownies, and chocolate cake. She uses the excuse that BLU authorized and funded a Christmas Ceasefire Celebration, trying to avoid mentioning that cooking for her teammates makes her very happy. She knows he doesn’t like it when his teammates are too sentimental about… well, anything. She proceeds to offer the Soldier an escort to his room, and a guarantee of peace and quiet.))

(via askthedemolitionsoldier)