redtentasoldier:

bottlesandbombs:

redtentasoldier:

bottlesandbombs:

redtentasoldier:

bottlesandbombs:

-He peered at him for a moment, even going so far as to pull the hair out of his eyes. He had stopped wearing his eyepatch when his hair made it impossible to keep it on, so his blind eye stared forward. He picked up the skullcutter and swung it into the ground, burying the blade a few inches into the ground-

JJ? Ye canna’ be…Tha las time I saw ‘im ‘e didn’ look nothin like ye…

So you didn’t look like a viking. [He couldn’t help it but flinch as the skullcutter dug into the ground. To be honest, he was scared shitless- ironically, from his best friend. Could that even be possible?]

I tell ye wha ye devil, I jus got back an ‘m not in tha mood ta fight ye. Ifin ye can answer this ‘ere question righ’ den I’ll believe tha yer JJ, ifin ye can’ den I’m gonna send ye back ta ‘ell in a soup can!

-He paused for a moment to take out a pipe he had carved himself, and he packed it and took a drag before continuing.-

After tha accident tha took me friend’s eyeball, wha did I do fer him and wha did we call ourselves?

…You made me wear a kilt and we called ourselves the One eyed kilt-wearing sex gods. I remember that like if it was yesterday. [JJ smiled faintly at the memory- in fact, wearing the kilt was quite nice, yet chilly down under]

-Putting his pipe away he walked up to him, hesitant for a moment before pulling the man into a rough hug-

Bloody ‘ell, wha ‘ave de done ta ya…

[Being suddenly scooped up took a quiet squeak from the tenta in surprise, soon followed by two arms tightly looping around Wallace’s shoulders, returning the hug]

Science an’ experiments.

This time de’ve gone too far! I’m gonna fin me tha firs doc ta cross me path an strangle tha life outta ‘im! Bu firs….

-He slung an arm around the other’s tentacles and swept him up into his arms, bridal style. He started walking away stopping only to pick up his skullcutter and place it into JJ’s arms-

We’re gonna go an ‘ave a drink, den we can go an kill soomone.

(Source: crimsondemise, via crimsondemise)

redtentasoldier:

bottlesandbombs:

redtentasoldier:

bottlesandbombs:

-He peered at him for a moment, even going so far as to pull the hair out of his eyes. He had stopped wearing his eyepatch when his hair made it impossible to keep it on, so his blind eye stared forward. He picked up the skullcutter and swung it into the ground, burying the blade a few inches into the ground-

JJ? Ye canna’ be…Tha las time I saw ‘im ‘e didn’ look nothin like ye…

So you didn’t look like a viking. [He couldn’t help it but flinch as the skullcutter dug into the ground. To be honest, he was scared shitless- ironically, from his best friend. Could that even be possible?]

I tell ye wha ye devil, I jus got back an ‘m not in tha mood ta fight ye. Ifin ye can answer this ‘ere question righ’ den I’ll believe tha yer JJ, ifin ye can’ den I’m gonna send ye back ta ‘ell in a soup can!

-He paused for a moment to take out a pipe he had carved himself, and he packed it and took a drag before continuing.-

After tha accident tha took me friend’s eyeball, wha did I do fer him and wha did we call ourselves?

…You made me wear a kilt and we called ourselves the One eyed kilt-wearing sex gods. I remember that like if it was yesterday. [JJ smiled faintly at the memory- in fact, wearing the kilt was quite nice, yet chilly down under]

-Putting his pipe away he walked up to him, hesitant for a moment before pulling the man into a rough hug-

Bloody ‘ell, wha ‘ave de done ta ya…

(Source: crimsondemise, via crimsondemise)

redtentasoldier:

bottlesandbombs:

-He peered at him for a moment, even going so far as to pull the hair out of his eyes. He had stopped wearing his eyepatch when his hair made it impossible to keep it on, so his blind eye stared forward. He picked up the skullcutter and swung it into the ground, burying the blade a few inches into the ground-

JJ? Ye canna’ be…Tha las time I saw ‘im ‘e didn’ look nothin like ye…

So you didn’t look like a viking. [He couldn’t help it but flinch as the skullcutter dug into the ground. To be honest, he was scared shitless- ironically, from his best friend. Could that even be possible?]

I tell ye wha ye devil, I jus got back an ‘m not in tha mood ta fight ye. Ifin ye can answer this ‘ere question righ’ den I’ll believe tha yer JJ, ifin ye can’ den I’m gonna send ye back ta ‘ell in a soup can!

-He paused for a moment to take out a pipe he had carved himself, and he packed it and took a drag before continuing.-

After tha accident tha took me friend’s eyeball, wha did I do fer him and wha did we call ourselves?

(Source: crimsondemise, via crimsondemise)

redtentasoldier:

bottlesandbombs:

redtentasoldier:

Okay now what the hell did I say abo-

[He sees the long time unseen Demoman, eyes widening. God, was it truly him? Really? His buddy Wallace? The tenta hesitantly crawls towards the BLU, unsure if it’s just an imagination- a trick from his insane mind.]

….Wallace?

ALL YER DANDIES PRANCIN ABOUT WIT YER ‘EADS FULLA EYEBALLS!

-It had been a while since, well anyone had seen the Demoman named Wallace. After taking off for a retreat into the deeps woods he had reemerged into the world of the living. To say that he looked different would be an understatement. Thick muscles layered his body, giving him the look of a walking slab of power. He had abandoned wearing his cap, instead letting his hair and beard grow out into a massive fiery tangle. He paused at hearing his name, swinging his skullcutter to rest on his shoulder-

Aye, tha be me. Ye are..? 

[Okay. That was… pretty threatening. JJ backed up some, flattening against the cold ground of Coldfront, trying to ignore his instincts that yelled at him to hide or attack. That man couldn’t be any good. Shaking his head sightly, the black tenta managed to move from the floor.] 

It’s me, JJ…

-He peered at him for a moment, even going so far as to pull the hair out of his eyes. He had stopped wearing his eyepatch when his hair made it impossible to keep it on, so his blind eye stared forward. He picked up the skullcutter and swung it into the ground, burying the blade a few inches into the ground-

JJ? Ye canna’ be…Tha las time I saw ‘im ‘e didn’ look nothin like ye…

(Source: crimsondemise, via crimsondemise)

redtentasoldier:

Okay now what the hell did I say abo-

[He sees the long time unseen Demoman, eyes widening. God, was it truly him? Really? His buddy Wallace? The tenta hesitantly crawls towards the BLU, unsure if it’s just an imagination- a trick from his insane mind.]

….Wallace?

ALL YER DANDIES PRANCIN ABOUT WIT YER ‘EADS FULLA EYEBALLS!

-It had been a while since, well anyone had seen the Demoman named Wallace. After taking off for a retreat into the deeps woods he had reemerged into the world of the living. To say that he looked different would be an understatement. Thick muscles layered his body, giving him the look of a walking slab of power. He had abandoned wearing his cap, instead letting his hair and beard grow out into a massive fiery tangle. He paused at hearing his name, swinging his skullcutter to rest on his shoulder-

Aye, tha be me. Ye are..? 

(Source: crimsondemise)

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