1 . Name: Ryuiki @ 2011-10-02 21:54

This was a little prompt from a friend of mine, after a picture of two Pyro's kissing. I liked it a bit, so I figured I would post it up and see what sort of reception it got. Sooo... My first time posting anything. It's just a little drabble but, here it goes.


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You ask any Pyro worth their weight in lighter fluid, and they’ll say that they aren’t wearing a mask, that it’s just their face. They’d tell you that it’s never off because that would be strange, that it would be uncomfortable for them and most any of their teammates. So the Masks stayed on.

Now, you ask any other Pyro, where they get their hats, and they will proudly start to ramble about it, most of the time, you wouldn’t get an answer you can understand due to the Mask deal mentioned above, but if you watch their hands as they talk, you can understand perfectly what they were talking about. For instance, one red Pyro began to motion sneaking with one hand, the other trying to act like a door.

From this, we can get that he sneaked into a room. As he continued to explain it would become easier to see how it all went down. Late at night, this Pyro sneaked into the Engineers room and grabbed one of his gloves, why he felt the need to, we will probably never know, but he stretched the glove over his head and he wore it proudly.

Another Pyro would explain that he stole his from a fireman, many years ago, and that he really just found it funny to wear when he set things on fire.

For one reason or another, Pryos don’t usually interact, they spend their time working, or fine tuning their weapon, but they two Pyros seemed to take an instant liking to each other, standing, babbling, understanding every word the other fire maniac said. This probably would have been a perfectly happy friendship, were it not for the Scout who walked by, shouted some sort of gay slur, before shoving the gloved Pyro towards the other.

Their masks met with a solid clunk. There was a pause as they both straightened out, kicked at the dust at their feet. Several seconds went by with naught a sound spare the Scout’s cackles.

And then silence. The Pyro with the Fire mans hat shifted, before motioning over his shoulder, towards the barracks. With an enthusiastic nod, the gloved Pyro took the others arm, trotting off back to the main building.