Un-Frickin'-Touchable!
Joey. Not Joseph, Joey.

RP blog for a RED Scout.

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holdtightheavy asked: *Acel knocks. There's a smile on his face because he's looking forward to seeing Joey again, though on the inside he's got his fingers crossed that the Scout hasn't been put off by him being a few weeks later than he said he'd be.*
unfrickintouchable said:

Oh believe me, he’d love to be put off. After the last few month or so of boredom and misery, it’d feel pretty fucking satisfying to turn Acel away at the door, and watch him slink back to base with his proverbial tail between his legs.

…Unfortunately, a guy like Joey doesn’t have the luxury of playing hard-to-get. Acel’s probably already got suitors lining up around the block to catch him on the rebound, and this is probably the only crack he’s gonna get at it before the Heavy moves onto someone else. Probably someone with a better personality and a nicer ass, to boot.

"Oh, it’s you," the Scout observes airily, doing his best to look disinterested as he leans against the doorframe. "Nice to see you made it back in one piece. Eventually."

holdtightheavy:

*This is going well so far. Recently the only thing going on in Acel’s life was a sort of resigned progress. Aside from learning a few new tricks in the kitchen (which he will show off to Joey sooner or later), he hasn’t had any accomplishments so much as he just hasn’t made shitty decisions.*

We could take the train, *he suggests.* There are a few today, I checked. Freight trains, but I know a stop near a place that rents out cars. From there we will be much closer to a decent town.

His smile falters. Acel looks really fucking tired. “That… kinda sounds like a hassle, don’t it?

…I mean look, I’m not a total asshole. You jus’ got back from bein’ poked and prodded at for the past month. If you’d rather jus’ stay in an’ watch a movie or somethin’, I’d be down for that too. We could do soup an’ sandwiches, or whatever.”

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holdtightheavy asked: *Acel knocks. There's a smile on his face because he's looking forward to seeing Joey again, though on the inside he's got his fingers crossed that the Scout hasn't been put off by him being a few weeks later than he said he'd be.*
unfrickintouchable said:

Oh believe me, he’d love to be put off. After the last few month or so of boredom and misery, it’d feel pretty fucking satisfying to turn Acel away at the door, and watch him slink back to base with his proverbial tail between his legs.

…Unfortunately, a guy like Joey doesn’t have the luxury of playing hard-to-get. Acel’s probably already got suitors lining up around the block to catch him on the rebound, and this is probably the only crack he’s gonna get at it before the Heavy moves onto someone else. Probably someone with a better personality and a nicer ass, to boot.

"Oh, it’s you," the Scout observes airily, doing his best to look disinterested as he leans against the doorframe. "Nice to see you made it back in one piece. Eventually."

holdtightheavy:

*It hasn’t been a boring month for Acel. Miserable, embarrassing, and painful in a way that had left him feeling… different. Probably better. But with all the talking to other people wrestling with the same problem and talking to doctors, therapists mostly, he hadn’t really had the time to think through what he should say now.*

*He looks better, though. He looks like he’s been getting enough sleep lately, and he’s gotten his shaving together again. His head is as smooth as a cue ball.*

Uh, yeah, *Acel replies, doing his best not to fidget. There’s a breathing technique he’s learned, and using it now keeps the fidgetiness occupied.* It is me. It is good to see you again. Uh. So… did you still want that dinner? Or lunch, it could still be either. Or both…?

Joey thanked him silently for the change of subject. There would be plenty of time to commiserate later.

"Oh right, that. Sure, I guess. Not like there’s a hell of a lot else to do.” He shrugged one shoulder indifferently, composure somewhat betrayed by the coy little smirk playing at his lips.

“‘Course, it’s like an hour to the nearest truck stop diner, let alone any actual restaurants. Dunno about you, but I don’t feel much like hitch-hikin’. …Unless you got somethin’ else in mind.”

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sorry for delayed replies. working on them but it’s uhh slow going. kinda in a funk lately

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holdtightheavy asked: *Acel knocks. There's a smile on his face because he's looking forward to seeing Joey again, though on the inside he's got his fingers crossed that the Scout hasn't been put off by him being a few weeks later than he said he'd be.*

Oh believe me, he’d love to be put off. After the last few month or so of boredom and misery, it’d feel pretty fucking satisfying to turn Acel away at the door, and watch him slink back to base with his proverbial tail between his legs.

…Unfortunately, a guy like Joey doesn’t have the luxury of playing hard-to-get. Acel’s probably already got suitors lining up around the block to catch him on the rebound, and this is probably the only crack he’s gonna get at it before the Heavy moves onto someone else. Probably someone with a better personality and a nicer ass, to boot.

"Oh, it’s you," the Scout observes airily, doing his best to look disinterested as he leans against the doorframe. "Nice to see you made it back in one piece. Eventually."

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albanianheavy asked: The bruin, sporting some decent winter pelt, but not entirely, decided to ransack the Scout's food supplies. It was growing cold and he needed every single bit of food he could find to fill up his fat reserves for the wintry days to come, even if it meant stealing.

So when returned to his room, fresh from his morning shower, it was to find his door hanging off its hinges, the frame marred with deep scratches - and his cats, huddled together across the hall, eyes wide and hackles raised in abject horror. Strange sounds emanated from within the room, snuffling and tearing and the sound of something lumbering across the hardwood. Something large.

It seemed like pretty legitimate cause for alarm, until he crept across the threshold and was greeted by the sight of a familiar flaxen-coated ass, an ass belonging to the bear currently ransacking his closet.

"Oh godDAMMIT, you have gotta be shitting me right now. HEY ASSHOLE, does this look like an open house?! Get the hell outta here!"

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come bug me :v

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kabeeewm asked: He hadn't seen the Scout for too long, and he worried that by snapping at him about the glass, he'd sort of made an enemy of him. Joey was scrappy and took no shit, and he liked that about the other. So it was time to hunt him down.

And by this time, the Scout had long since exhausted every possible avenue of entertainment. He’d run, jumped, climbed, and explored every inch of the base from top to bottom more times than he could count, and even his new teammates refused to humour his constant pestering any longer. If something didn’t happen soon, he was pretty sure he was gonna lose his shit.

So imagine his relief when he spotted Michael out of the corner of his eye - someone who was still willing to endure the sound of his voice for more than five minutes at a time - and made an immediate beeline for him.

"Hoooly shit, dude. Believe it or not, I am so glad to fuckin’ see you right now.”

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squeakykins:

my big boys snugglin’. :v

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koujakuandthediamonds:

i like my men like i like my doritos

(shaped like triangles)

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youareawolfqq:

Every time he does this she gets curious but also scared.