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Creeping up on his husband, Sarge kissed the back of Ed's neck once he was sure they were completely alone. "Hey, boss. All done my chores for the day. Permission to cuddle?"
Ed sighed in his usual grumpy fashion when Sarge snuck up on him. While he was getting better at not swinging around and walloping people that did that to him, he still didn't like it that much.
"Y'all sure you did everything?"
inked-inmate started following you
A new face in a small town like this was hard to miss. Most of the roads weren't even properly paved, and there were less people than pigs until the next county over. Heck, the roads were more heavily populated by horses than actual cars in this neck of the woods.
Thus, even Ed, a man who knew next to no one in town, noticed a stranger on a visit. Sarge had a package waiting at the post office, and with him busy mucking out the stalls, it left Ed to pick it up.
As he rode in on his Arab, Ed eyed the stranger with his usual hostile expression and slowed his horse to get a better look at the young looking punk,
"All right. I’m going." He patted the Engineer on the shoulder, then frowned. "Where do I put my rats?"
Ed shrugged a little. They had no back seat to his truck, and he highly doubted that Sarge would want to put them in the back. Y’all’ll jess’ have to hold ‘em on yer lap, now won’t y’all?”
"I guess I better." He sighed and went to get his things. "I’d say I was going to miss this place, but I’d be lying."
"Fuck, who'd miss this hellhole? It's like they jess' dumped all them idjits from the short bus here with us." He rolled his eyes, reaching out to run his fingers through his short hair. "I'll meet y'all at the car.
So Ed, what are you going to do now that you're retired?
"Well, I'm plannin' on startin' out by fuckin' Sarge's sister... After that, I'm jess' gonna wing it. Rob a bank, murder folks'n sell their organs... blankmail, kidnappin'... there's a helluva lotta things I'm thinkin'a doin'."
"Welp, fuck all’a y’all, I’m goin’ to my farm where I don’t have to look at any of yer ugly ass mugs."
"Sorry, Ed. But there’s one ugly mug you have to look at." He poked the Engineer in the chest. "Now, come on. You’re my ride out of this dump."
Scowling up at him, Ed reached out to grab Sarge’s tie. “Y’all’re ugly, but not quite ugly ass there, Russell. Now.” Smirking softly, he began to smooth out the wrinkles in his clothing. “Y’all gonna go throw yer shit in the trunk or whut?”
"All right. I’m going." He patted the Engineer on the shoulder, then frowned. "Where do I put my rats?"
Ed shrugged a little. They had no back seat to his truck, and he highly doubted that Sarge would want to put them in the back. Y'all'll jess' have to hold 'em on yer lap, now won't y'all?"
"Welp, fuck all’a y’all, I’m goin’ to my farm where I don’t have to look at any of yer ugly ass mugs."
"Sorry, Ed. But there’s one ugly mug you have to look at." He poked the Engineer in the chest. "Now, come on. You’re my ride out of this dump."
Scowling up at him, Ed reached out to grab Sarge's tie. "Y'all're ugly, but not quite ugly ass there, Russell. Now." Smirking softly, he began to smooth out the wrinkles in his clothing. "Y'all gonna go throw yer shit in the trunk or whut?"
"Welp, fuck all'a y'all, I'm goin' to my farm where I don't have to look at any of yer ugly ass mugs."
What's the first thing you're going to do when you retire?
"Drive my ass to my farm and leave all'a y'all annoyin' sons of bitches behind."
rp-butteredsoldier replied to your post:Ed, does Sarge have the booty?
Maybe he’s talking about Sarge’s boots.
"... that's still stupid. How the fuck'm I supposed to know if Sarge's got his boots?"
Ed, does Sarge have the booty?
"Does he have the what now?"
Stick it in his butt, Ed!
"I'm gonna stick my foot up your ass in a minute if y'all don't get the fuck out."
((wat))
((If I knew, I would tell you. The TF2 tags, especially the tf2+(CLASS NAME HERE) are full of confusing things I do not really understand and it makes me feel like I'm too old for this fandom because it's not the 'I should find out more' confusion, but the 'what the heck am I reading' confusion.))
((Sometimes, I don't understand what the fuck half this fandom is on and it makes me feel old.))
"Don’t tell me whut to do." He growled low in his throat, shaking his head as he pressed his face a little harder into his shirt. "I can call it quits whenever the fuck I feel like it, and I feel like it now."
"All right. Well, you’re the boss. I’m happy either way. I’m finally going home to an actual home. It’s going to be great." He hugged the Engineer with a smile.
"Y'all sound like a stray't's been in a cardboard box on the streets." With a little laugh, he gently ran a hand along the small of Sarge's back. "Don't remember signin' no adoption papers."
