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capthepoint2013-03-11 11:56 am
rocketsredglare) wrote in capthepoint2013-03-11 11:56 am
AIM RP Log: Two Grumps Grumping
Who: BLU Soldier and RED Engineer
When: March 1st
Where: Common room.
What: Soldier would be a decent grump liaison...
*makes his way to the common room, easing the door open cautiously and glancing around before making his way inside*
*he was sleeping, true, but Soldier never slept very soundly and the feeling of Engineer moving in the room eased him into wakefulness. Not that he let on. Let's see what the mgt does when he thinks no one's watching*
*on seeing Soldier asleep the Engineer hesitates, studying him worriedly with his lower lip between his teeth; when he doesn't stir after a moment he lets himself relax into a smile before closing the door quietly behind him. Looks like he was right to insist on the watch rotation, then. He moves a little farther into the room, eyes falling for a moment on a discarded blanket on one of the armchairs before he dismisses it. Too risky*
*the continued presence and yet lack of movement forces Soldier to crack an eye* You come in here for a reason or did you just miss staring at my handsome mug for hours on end?
*starts a little and freezes in place, flushing instinctively; it takes a moment for his mouth to catch up with the situation* Jus' headin' t'the barracks. Sir. *examines him* You figure the rec room needed guardin' instead?
*Well, the jig was undeniably up so Soldier heaves himself into a sitting position* You might say that. Spy's sick as a dog so I took her off watch. She's trying to sleep it off, so I came in here to make sure no one decided tonight was a good night for a party.
*his eyebrows go up at that* -- S'sweet've you. *glances at the door* Guess that 'xplains why she w's a no-show tonight, then. W's worried.
*huffs at being called "sweet"* No-show for what? You two going on a date? *suspicious*
*the possibility so startles him that he can't help but burst out laughing; when Soldier doesn't join in after a moment or two he composes himself, taking a seat opposite him* Sorry. I jus' thought f'r sure you w's kiddin'. *settles back* Nah, she's in th'habit of stoppin' by the shop b'fore her shift starts. Thought maybe she got jumped on th'way again.
What is she doing out there that's so important she needs to be walking around in the dark by herself? *grump*
*smiles sheepishly* Mostly makin' sure I'm fed 'n breathin'.
So let me get this straight, maggot. She has to go out there to remind you to eat, but you're gonna hassle me about sleeping?
*grins wryly at him* Know what they say. Hate seein' somebody else make th'same mistakes.
* ( |^\ * Well, if Spy didn't go out to feed you, I guess that means you forgot to eat. There's leftover chicken rice in the fridge.
Hnh. 'Preciate it. *leans forward in his chair* She get somebody t'cover her shift, then?
I put Scout out there. It would've been a lot easier just to watch myself, *grumpgrumpgrump* but someone got her all in a fit about how often I take the watch and how she wasn't going to go to bed unless someone else covered her shift. *I wonder who that coulda been, maggot*
S'just as well. Don' reckon the robots would've been as nice wakin' you up as I was. *snort*
* ( |^[ * I have never slept on a watch. That is just some maggot fantasy you came up with so you could justify sitting on the other roof every night.
You w's restin' your eyes when I came in just now, then? *snorts softly*
Yeah, maggot, I was. That's how I knew you were standing there staring at me some more.
*narrows his eyes at him at the reminder, trying not to stiffen* S'cuse me f'r carin', then. My mistake.
Yeah, well. *puts his feet up on the table* Hate seeing people making the same mistake.
*smiles wryly, studying him* -- y'know, f'r a BLU you ain't half-bad.
*starts, surprised at that statement, then he smirks a little* You're staring again, maggot.
*something warm and not entirely welcome turns over in his stomach; whether or not the man is flirting or testing him is hard to gauge. If he's trying to flirt, it's working, he thinks* Am I?
You're always staring. Ever since you came barging into my night watch. *quizzical grin* What do you want, maggot?
*he's getting so red at this point that it's uncomfortable and he has to shift a little in place to take the pressure off* -- nothin'. *that was a mumble and Soldier doesn't seem like a mumbling kind of guy, so he musters his courage and glances up at him again, clearing his throat* Little r'spect now 'n again'd be nice, I guess.
*regards that for a moment* The uniform putting you off or something?
*frowns* How d'you mean?
You said something about an old CO. Do I look like him or something?
*he's not sure how to respond at first, but Soldier seems more open than he did during their last talk; after a moment or two of hesitating on the matter he guesses he might as well fess up* -- y'act like him, too. Jus' -- similar. Way you carry on 'bout everybody else. Look after 'em. *trails off, pressing his lips together*
Some people can't take care of themselves, that's all. *he gives Red a Look, meant to imply that he was some people* Leave this unit to its own devices, for example, and they'd live off pancakes. If they remember to eat at all.
You eat lately? *glances up at him*
*unimpressed* I made dinner.
*his mouth twitches a little* Gotcha. *looks away* My mistake, then. *gets to his feet*
Spy only makes food for you, far as I know. She up and disappears whenever its time for kitchen duty. *grump* Thanks for the offer though.
S'nothin'. *stumps off toward the kitchen; he badly needs a moment to clear his head, even if he feels too sick suddenly to contemplate eating. The chicken and rice Soldier mentioned is easy enough to find, and he withdraws it and sets about making himself a plate to take back. Stupid, he thinks, to think he might have been able to find some solid ground, something he was capable of doing; he winds up frowning down at the food, realizing the portion he took is only going to go to waste and debating putting it back*
*Soldier considers trying to go back to sleep, but is loath to do so with a RED hanging around. Especially one whose sole purpose in life seemed to be to get him to go to sleep. So instead he chooses, after a moment, to follow Red into the kitchen*
You're letting Scout off watch in the morning, right?
*the unexpected voice makes him stiffen in place, but he doesn't turn around* 'Course.
Good! Just making sure someone's gonna let that kid go to sleep. He wasn't planning to be up all night. *he coulda been sleeping, of course, if Soldier had been the one watching, foreveresentment*
S'nothin'. Get up 'round then anyhow. *half-glances behind him, wondering if Soldier intends to stay there and ensure he's eating personally*
*content in knowing Scout will be taken care of, Soldier instead busies himself by digging in the fridge, collecting himself a beer* You want one?
Nah. *puts the plate down, a little less concerned now that Soldier's quit watching him* W's gonna head out. Seein' how you have th'place so well taken care of 'n all. *glances at him, not particularly kindly*
What? *amused* I thought you liked hanging out with me.
I didn' figure you t'be too interested in what I liked. Jus' generally speaking. *studies him* W's I wrong?
Can't say you've given me a whole lot of reason to think about what you like, maggot. Except going out of your way to spite me, you seem to like that plenty. But you're welcome to it if it makes you happy. *he doubts it does, grump ass*
Yeah, it does. *he frowns a little at him before glancing down at his plate, realizing he doesn't really have a case; Soldier is being uncharacteristically kind, considering, and his brusqueness probably isn't encouraging him to keep it up* -- Sorry. Guess I'm used t'lookin' after -- y'know. Folks who look after everybody else.
*Soldier's grin softens a bit, the amusement at Red dulling into bemusement* It'd be pretty stupid if I couldn't look after myself, don't you think?
It would be. *looks at him uncertainly, but decides to go on* Stupid. 'N admirable. Mos'ly stupid, though. *glances down at his plate, figuring he's said more than enough for one evening* I'll see you t'morrow, then.
*sounds pretty case closed to him* See you tomorrow, maggot. Don't forget to eat something. *heads back into the living room to finish his beer*
*grunts in the affirmative and heads back to the shop*
When: March 1st
Where: Common room.
What: Soldier would be a decent grump liaison...
*makes his way to the common room, easing the door open cautiously and glancing around before making his way inside*
*he was sleeping, true, but Soldier never slept very soundly and the feeling of Engineer moving in the room eased him into wakefulness. Not that he let on. Let's see what the mgt does when he thinks no one's watching*
*on seeing Soldier asleep the Engineer hesitates, studying him worriedly with his lower lip between his teeth; when he doesn't stir after a moment he lets himself relax into a smile before closing the door quietly behind him. Looks like he was right to insist on the watch rotation, then. He moves a little farther into the room, eyes falling for a moment on a discarded blanket on one of the armchairs before he dismisses it. Too risky*
*the continued presence and yet lack of movement forces Soldier to crack an eye* You come in here for a reason or did you just miss staring at my handsome mug for hours on end?
*starts a little and freezes in place, flushing instinctively; it takes a moment for his mouth to catch up with the situation* Jus' headin' t'the barracks. Sir. *examines him* You figure the rec room needed guardin' instead?
*Well, the jig was undeniably up so Soldier heaves himself into a sitting position* You might say that. Spy's sick as a dog so I took her off watch. She's trying to sleep it off, so I came in here to make sure no one decided tonight was a good night for a party.
*his eyebrows go up at that* -- S'sweet've you. *glances at the door* Guess that 'xplains why she w's a no-show tonight, then. W's worried.
*huffs at being called "sweet"* No-show for what? You two going on a date? *suspicious*
*the possibility so startles him that he can't help but burst out laughing; when Soldier doesn't join in after a moment or two he composes himself, taking a seat opposite him* Sorry. I jus' thought f'r sure you w's kiddin'. *settles back* Nah, she's in th'habit of stoppin' by the shop b'fore her shift starts. Thought maybe she got jumped on th'way again.
What is she doing out there that's so important she needs to be walking around in the dark by herself? *grump*
*smiles sheepishly* Mostly makin' sure I'm fed 'n breathin'.
So let me get this straight, maggot. She has to go out there to remind you to eat, but you're gonna hassle me about sleeping?
*grins wryly at him* Know what they say. Hate seein' somebody else make th'same mistakes.
* ( |^\ * Well, if Spy didn't go out to feed you, I guess that means you forgot to eat. There's leftover chicken rice in the fridge.
Hnh. 'Preciate it. *leans forward in his chair* She get somebody t'cover her shift, then?
I put Scout out there. It would've been a lot easier just to watch myself, *grumpgrumpgrump* but someone got her all in a fit about how often I take the watch and how she wasn't going to go to bed unless someone else covered her shift. *I wonder who that coulda been, maggot*
S'just as well. Don' reckon the robots would've been as nice wakin' you up as I was. *snort*
* ( |^[ * I have never slept on a watch. That is just some maggot fantasy you came up with so you could justify sitting on the other roof every night.
You w's restin' your eyes when I came in just now, then? *snorts softly*
Yeah, maggot, I was. That's how I knew you were standing there staring at me some more.
*narrows his eyes at him at the reminder, trying not to stiffen* S'cuse me f'r carin', then. My mistake.
Yeah, well. *puts his feet up on the table* Hate seeing people making the same mistake.
*smiles wryly, studying him* -- y'know, f'r a BLU you ain't half-bad.
*starts, surprised at that statement, then he smirks a little* You're staring again, maggot.
*something warm and not entirely welcome turns over in his stomach; whether or not the man is flirting or testing him is hard to gauge. If he's trying to flirt, it's working, he thinks* Am I?
You're always staring. Ever since you came barging into my night watch. *quizzical grin* What do you want, maggot?
*he's getting so red at this point that it's uncomfortable and he has to shift a little in place to take the pressure off* -- nothin'. *that was a mumble and Soldier doesn't seem like a mumbling kind of guy, so he musters his courage and glances up at him again, clearing his throat* Little r'spect now 'n again'd be nice, I guess.
*regards that for a moment* The uniform putting you off or something?
*frowns* How d'you mean?
You said something about an old CO. Do I look like him or something?
*he's not sure how to respond at first, but Soldier seems more open than he did during their last talk; after a moment or two of hesitating on the matter he guesses he might as well fess up* -- y'act like him, too. Jus' -- similar. Way you carry on 'bout everybody else. Look after 'em. *trails off, pressing his lips together*
Some people can't take care of themselves, that's all. *he gives Red a Look, meant to imply that he was some people* Leave this unit to its own devices, for example, and they'd live off pancakes. If they remember to eat at all.
You eat lately? *glances up at him*
*unimpressed* I made dinner.
*his mouth twitches a little* Gotcha. *looks away* My mistake, then. *gets to his feet*
Spy only makes food for you, far as I know. She up and disappears whenever its time for kitchen duty. *grump* Thanks for the offer though.
S'nothin'. *stumps off toward the kitchen; he badly needs a moment to clear his head, even if he feels too sick suddenly to contemplate eating. The chicken and rice Soldier mentioned is easy enough to find, and he withdraws it and sets about making himself a plate to take back. Stupid, he thinks, to think he might have been able to find some solid ground, something he was capable of doing; he winds up frowning down at the food, realizing the portion he took is only going to go to waste and debating putting it back*
*Soldier considers trying to go back to sleep, but is loath to do so with a RED hanging around. Especially one whose sole purpose in life seemed to be to get him to go to sleep. So instead he chooses, after a moment, to follow Red into the kitchen*
You're letting Scout off watch in the morning, right?
*the unexpected voice makes him stiffen in place, but he doesn't turn around* 'Course.
Good! Just making sure someone's gonna let that kid go to sleep. He wasn't planning to be up all night. *he coulda been sleeping, of course, if Soldier had been the one watching, foreveresentment*
S'nothin'. Get up 'round then anyhow. *half-glances behind him, wondering if Soldier intends to stay there and ensure he's eating personally*
*content in knowing Scout will be taken care of, Soldier instead busies himself by digging in the fridge, collecting himself a beer* You want one?
Nah. *puts the plate down, a little less concerned now that Soldier's quit watching him* W's gonna head out. Seein' how you have th'place so well taken care of 'n all. *glances at him, not particularly kindly*
What? *amused* I thought you liked hanging out with me.
I didn' figure you t'be too interested in what I liked. Jus' generally speaking. *studies him* W's I wrong?
Can't say you've given me a whole lot of reason to think about what you like, maggot. Except going out of your way to spite me, you seem to like that plenty. But you're welcome to it if it makes you happy. *he doubts it does, grump ass*
Yeah, it does. *he frowns a little at him before glancing down at his plate, realizing he doesn't really have a case; Soldier is being uncharacteristically kind, considering, and his brusqueness probably isn't encouraging him to keep it up* -- Sorry. Guess I'm used t'lookin' after -- y'know. Folks who look after everybody else.
*Soldier's grin softens a bit, the amusement at Red dulling into bemusement* It'd be pretty stupid if I couldn't look after myself, don't you think?
It would be. *looks at him uncertainly, but decides to go on* Stupid. 'N admirable. Mos'ly stupid, though. *glances down at his plate, figuring he's said more than enough for one evening* I'll see you t'morrow, then.
*sounds pretty case closed to him* See you tomorrow, maggot. Don't forget to eat something. *heads back into the living room to finish his beer*
*grunts in the affirmative and heads back to the shop*