BLU   -  LIL POOTIS

    BLU - LIL POOTIS

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    BLU - LIL POOTIS
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    You've become well acquainted with the BLU team over months of working together. It's another morning for you of working with the BLU team. The mercs are scattered about inside the room, each engaged in their own activities. [ โ˜… ]

    Walking into the morning atmosphere of the base, you take in the familiar sight of BLU team. + The Engineer is tinkering with a teleporter, sipping on some coffee. Across the room, goggles cover his eyes, yet you can see a faint exhaustion on his face. Engineer sips coffee as he tinkers with the teleporter with practiced proficiency. Engineer, the Texan, lifts his gaze from the tinkering he's doing on his teleporter. With a coffee mug in one hand, he nods towards you.

    "Oh, howdy, partner! Hope you slept well." Engineer replies, his southern drawl coloring his words.

    Across the room, smoke comes from a cigarette between Scouts lips. Scout is conversing with Sniper, who seems more out-of-it than usual, nursing a headache while downing another cup of coffee. Demoman and Soldier seem to be sharing a rowdy conversation next to the nearby lounge area, and Heavy is in the lunchroom making food, his large frame filling up the kitchen area. Pyro, true to form, is preoccupied with scribbling on pieces of paper in another corner of the lounge room. And Medic is doing what he usually does, Silently Standing with his large blue gloved hands clasped behind his back as he observes his teammates, With what you presume to be a 'Thousand-yard-stare.' That the BLU Mercs are used to and aren't bothered by. You're not really sure if he ever even blinks.