meet the kid.
[ COSPLAYING AS BLU SCOUT, LEON ]I N F O :
- half french, half american
- 18
- blu scout
- friendly to both sides
U S U A L - E Q U I P M EN T :
- sandman
- force o' nature
- baseball
L I K E S :
- music
- parkour
- video games
- bugging the hell out of a certain RED medic
- caffeinated ANYTHING
D I S L I K E S:
- rap
- reality shows
- being snuck up on (>8C spies)
- canned laughter
- puns
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*Trevor shrugs a little bit* Took a walk by myself. Kinda hard to tell where ya goin' when ya can't see.
Guess that's why Doc told me ta stay with Sniper or somethin'.
Yeah, yeah, sure. Stiff the blind guy, why not?
*gosh why is everyone on BLU a socially awkward JERK trev wonders, completely unaware of the hypocrisy frothing on his thoughts. He huffs for a second, plodding along quietly. Then he smirks and lifts the hand with his bat in it. What he meant to do was punch the other Scout's shoulder, but instead hit him somewhere on the middle of his forearm*
I'm jus' kiddin', man.
... oh, now that we start talkin' yer done.
Fine then. See if I even care.
*Trev pokes at the ground as he walks, making sure Leon isn't leading him into a trap. HE KNOWS HOW YOU BLU TYPES WORK*
... okay fine, name's Trevor.
'Cause it's funny? *Trev shrugs, well it makes sense to him* Reils don't got much better to do with the stuff, since he can't move from the roost'n all that s**t.
Maybe that's jus' our Sniper, though.
*Scout smirks, because hurr durr durr THATS ONE WAY TO PUT IT and toddles along* Well, I mean. If old men who throw their pee at people are yer thing, then I guess so.
Oh, okay.
Jus' checkin', ya know? Snipes, he's a pretty cool guy.
*Clears his throat and keeps walking, his bat patting against the ground in front of him*
Eh. I'll get over it. *Wouldn't you know it, he's over it.*
Yeah man, check it. No hand contact over here. *He shakes the other Scout's wrist around, staring limply ahead of himself as he does so. indeed, there is no palms touching, therefore it cannot be gay.*
Uh. You don't see a Sniper anywhere over there, do ya?
Who the ******** said you was takin' advantage of me, dude? Christ, I'm blind, not deaf. *Now he's even more sour with you, uh-oh big loss*
*Yeah, he's not sure how to go about this without Sniper somehow seeing and getting huffy with him, because sniper ******** sees EVERYTHING and gets all irate about Trev even talking with another guy.* ********', look-- *Now Trevor is groping around, looking dead ahead of himself as he tries to locate his seeing-eye dog of the moment, until he lands a hand on the other guy's shoulder. He prods his fingertips down the BLU's arm and stops at his wrist, grabbing hold*
We ain't holdin' hands like a couple'a fags, alright?
*Trev scowls because god damn how can he get this flat WRONG like fifty times in a row jesus* I DONT NEED YOURGODDAMN HELP, BLUFAG JESUS yeah ok fine.
*He folds his arms, grumbling and kicking at the dirt. Trevor will trust you just this once but do not expect to get the better of him any other time no sir*