Post-It: ETD 00:15am

[maced_eggs]

Right.

[Mason, decked out in his laser tag gear, checks his gun before lowering the visor on a helmet he picked up...somewhere.]

Hate to tell you, kids, but as a reaper, I have been present at every gun accident in the greater Seattle area in the last decade, and I am a fucking sniper with this-

[He's cut off, by the blasts of about half a dozen different lasers. Knocked on his ass, he gives a bit of a whine and crawls backwards into his room to reset himself]

Bloody hell..

Comments

[americasdirtiest]

I asked you one fucking question, moron. Look, forget it. Go practice at the damn range, stop embarrassing the team.

[maced_eggs]

Don't call me a moron. You wouldn't like to be called that, so why would you do it to other people? Fuck me..

cw: misogyny

[americasdirtiest]

Jesus Christ, seriously? When did you get to be such a damn girl?

[maced_eggs]

I'm not ashamed to be called a girl. Some of my closest mates are girls.

[americasdirtiest]

My sister's a girl. You still need to man the fuck up.

[maced_eggs]

I find that an offensive term, Mic. P'haps it's you who needs to do the manning up around here.

[americasdirtiest]

You wanna say that again to my face, Mason?

[maced_eggs]

I am saying it to your face. I'm looking at your bloody face right now, doesn't matter if it's through a screen or what.

[americasdirtiest]

To my face in person, asswipe.

[maced_eggs]

Not if you're going to call me names.