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Memory Lane (Dorian/Eugene; closed rp) 

thedebonairespy:

bushking:

thedebonairespy:

bushking:

His head was spinning and he could taste the familiar taste of iron in his mouth, and when it all came into focus, reality set in.

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There was nothing the spy could do but watch the train wreck continue.

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When he managed to open his eyes, he was welcomed with a skull-splitting headache.

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“You look like shit, mon petit.” He chuckled lightly as he nudged the door closed behind him, giving Eugene his usual smirk.

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Eugene groaned, the pain began to settle in, and the Spy stalked around him like a cat playing with its food.

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Memory Lane (Dorian/Eugene; closed rp) 

thedebonairespy:

bushking:

His head was spinning and he could taste the familiar taste of iron in his mouth, and when it all came into focus, reality set in.

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There was nothing the spy could do but watch the train wreck continue.

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When he managed to open his eyes, he was welcomed with a skull-splitting headache.

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irishinferno whispered, "Sheila. I'm not Sheila. You another Bushie? /She straightens, a mask melting over her oddities./ Seen a lot of snipers like you. Fidgety, you lot. What should I be calling you, Fidget?"

Fidget…?? -He cleared his throat and brushed off his shirt idly.- Eugene. N’ sorry ‘bout the odd meet n’ greet there, didn’ know wot t’ expect.



irishinferno whispered, "/The redhead draws closer, wide eyes trained on him, curiosity mixing with animosity. There's something wild in her gaze; clearly she's not all there up top./"

-Eugene backs up a bit, his shoulders raising defensively.-

Whoa there, sheila…



thedebonairespy whispered, "Did you miss me, mon petit~?"

Naw. >:I

Th’ hell do yeh keep comin’ back here for…?



thedebonairespy whispered, "/drive-by butt pinch/ 8)"

/Drive by offended stare/

>8’(



irishinferno whispered, "/There is a red-haired lady watching Eugene from afar with intrigue./"

-The bushman shudders with the sensation of eyes on him.-  Jeeze…



rp-bluspyder whispered, "Thanks for the 'follow' as they say, 'mate.' I haven't seen too many snipers about as of late-"

Mm, think nothin’ of it, mate. I ‘aven’t seen many spooks ‘round neither. -narrows gaze.-

Yer koind’s loike spoiders, ain’t they… Fer every one yeh see, there’s more yeh don’t. Heh… It is yer job, roight.



despondence:

auttyauttyoxenfree:

I hope you have a wonderful birthday, Despondence! Have this gift from a stranger who’s played TF2 with you a couple times. ●ᴥ●

W-woOW, THANK YOU. ;UUU; He’s so cute skjdjksdnvjgmmb.

despondence:

auttyauttyoxenfree:

I hope you have a wonderful birthday, Despondence! Have this gift from a stranger who’s played TF2 with you a couple times. ●ᴥ●

W-woOW, THANK YOU. ;UUU; He’s so cute skjdjksdnvjgmmb.



bushking




R-roight! Down t' business.

Now. Where'd I put me knoife....



[[ This is an roleplay blog for Eugene, owned by Despondence. I'll probably post some doodles, fanart, ect. from my other accounts on here as well. ]]

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