Thirty-three fires set [action]

[mr_fahrenheit]

*Pyro's wandering home finally after that amazing display of masculinity at Soldier's house. He looks like hell, has dried blood in his hair and under his nose, and is hung over, to top it all off.

Approach with caution.*

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[steel-massifail.livejournal.com]

[[staring]]

Are... you alright?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*That is not a happy face Pyro is making.*

I'm fine. Go away.

[steel-massifail.livejournal.com]

Well, if you say so. But you might want to see some kind of healer, like Lucas. Or even Engineer with his Dispenser.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

There's no Engineer here.

*Grumpgrump.*

I'll be fine, just fuck off and leave me alone.

[steel-massifail.livejournal.com]

BLU's Engineer is back, and he'll help anyone.

[[A frown. If he wants to grump then he can grump.]]

If you say so. Just don't do anything to hurt yourself.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...

*An indifferent look.*

Yeah, whatever. You're not my mom.

[steel-massifail.livejournal.com]

...Yes, that's very clear, but I'm sure you have friends and stuff that are worried about your well-being.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

They know I can handle myself.

[steel-massifail.livejournal.com]

Even so, you're covered in blood and it looks like you might've broken your nose. They might worry, even if it's a little.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

It's not broken. It was just bleeding.

[steel-massifail.livejournal.com]

Well, that's good that it's not broken.

[[a pause]]

I guess I should stop distracting you on your journey... home, I'm guessing? Well, whatever it is you plan to do, good luck. And have a nice day, I suppose.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

*And Pyro grumps off towards home.*

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

Rough day?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Can I fucking help you?

*Not far from home, he kept thinking. Just need to get to the garage...*

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

I apologize. I was only concerned, since you looked to have been bleeding from your head.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Pyro's still walking. He recognizes the voice and he's not taking any chances.*

Yeah. I was.

[vitalizes.livejournal.com]

Hey man, haven't heard from ya in a few da --

[Yeah, Scout finally sees how terrible his teammate looks.]

Uh. What da heck happened?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Normal stupidity with Soldier. Listen, kid, if it sounds like a good idea when you're drunk, it isn't.

[vitalizes.livejournal.com]

At least ya didn't get attacked by BLU or anythin' -- not dat any of 'em can put up a fight.

I haven't had a drink in forevah. Miss my Bonk.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

There's less of 'em every day, too.

*He picks at some of the dried blood in his hair.*

You'll get it back sooner or later.