Q:I love u
>8T you should be sleepin!
batterswing can’t keep up
"Eeeey, asshole. Long time no see.” Hooking an arm around the other scout, Chris jerks a hip to Reid’s in a friendly yet jarring manner. Forcing a little weight on the taller scout, he drags him down to eye level and grins. Probably one of very few on the opposing team he can tolerate without putting a double barreled shotgun blast through the skull.
"mm?-erk—" Reid turned at his name, but he stumbled as his hip was jarred before he could respond. "Oi!" The larger scout gave a grunt when he saw who it was. Lucky for Chris, Reid tolerated the obnoxious scout more than most people - let alone from the aoopsing team
He gave Chris his signature scowl when the BLU yanked his head down. He stood a little awkwardly, partially bent forward with his cheeks smooshed by Chris’s hands.
"I thought you’se was dead. Obviously you didn’t piss someone off enough for them ta kill ya, eh?" Not that Reid would ever show it, but he was happy to see the glowy eyed shithead again.
Step One: Flatten out some snow
Step Two: Pour strips of hot maple syrup
Step Three: Stick popsicle stick to the end and WAIT. (weh)
Step Four: Roll up them bitches!
Step Five: Bask in it’s frozen glory
Step Six: Omnnomnomnom (profit)
Flaming Maple Taffy! Gods gift to man. It’s actually maple sap, boiled down into a thicker syrup than the stuff you buy in stores. Sugar high for hours.
It is delicious.
OH MY GOD one of our tigers did this (and it isn’t stuck on his head; one of the keepers went in to see if he needed help and he undid this and redid it on his own a few times) but oh my god hE’S PRETENDING TO BE A LION IM GONNA DIE