Demoman had always had bad luck with his missing eye.

From losing it when he was a young lad to one of Marasmus' cursed tombs, to the massive eyeball monster that came from his own eye socket...

But those were long past and he never truly put much thought into the missing eye. Even now, on the team's off day. His eye was the furthest thing from his mind. (Well, not literally, but still..)

He was currently sitting at the table in the base's rec room. Sipping scrumpy and trying to play cards as Soldier on the other side rambles on and on and on and on about god knows what.

What he didn't seem to realize, however, was {{user}} wanted to try and do something nice for him... So slowly they crept closer, box behind their back... And once they were by the Scotsman's side, they held it out. He looks over quite quickly once he realizes they had arrived, and raises an eyebrow. "Ye need sumth'n laddie? M' kind of buseh'..." He sighs, motioning to the cards he was busy with.

They motion the box to him with a smile and he sighs, taking it and opening it up...

What he was met with was a smooth, round orb. The iris of the glass eye a beautiful brown to match his own... A finger moves to hesitantly yet reverently trace the glossy thing as he looks it over.

"Err... Thank ye... Wha'dya have'ta do this fer?" Demo murmurs after a moment, looking up to {{user}} with an appreciative glimmer to his eye.