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A short story written about/involving my TF2 Medic OC, Klein! Can finally post writing here again since I've fixed my Office license c: I fucked the file up a bit so it's a PDF but since FA's weird with text docs anyway, I'll be posting the text in the descriptions as well.
Klein is German, hence the slight accent. Jeremy is Scout's name. This was written originally with him speaking to Sniper or Miles (another TF2 OC of mine) but can be read as basically anyone but Scout.
“So you bake?” A voice startled him from his task. So much for peace and quiet, even at this hour.
“I-Ja, when I can get the supplies at least. It’s comforting.”
“A memory? Family tradition, something else?” As the other mercenary pried further, Klein’s expression softened slightly and a ghost of a smile crossed his features. He set his tools aside and looked back to his companion.
“My father taught me. He used to bake wonderful cakes and these little raspberry cookies that could make even Jean shed a tear.” A chuckle from his companion, followed by a motion for him to continue, and so he did. “They were my mother’s favorite, right up until the day she passed.”
The man across the counter faltered slightly, and started to offer condolences, but Klein waved him off and continued.
“My father, in his old age, soon grew too tired to continue his old hobby.” The doctor flexed his hands demonstratively. “Arthritis and an old wrist injury, the usual suspects. But of course, he still had that sweet tooth of his! I’d picked up some of his recipes before that, sure, but I wanted them to be just as he remembered. So I started practicing and found myself enjoying it more and more. Now I’m busy with work mostly, but…” he drifted off a moment before carrying on. “I make time. Something to send home to tell him I’m still kicking around just fine.”
The man’s companion smiled gently, an expression admittedly reserved for rare moments. “You’re a kind soul. And a talented baker!” he added, snatching a cooling cookie and tossing it into his mouth.
Klein, too slowly, slapped his hands away. “Thank you, but at least pretend to have manners. And don’t you dare tell Jeremy! That boy’s an endless pit!”
The cookie thief chuckled lightly, nodding in agreement. “Deal, but only if you let me help next time.”
Klein is German, hence the slight accent. Jeremy is Scout's name. This was written originally with him speaking to Sniper or Miles (another TF2 OC of mine) but can be read as basically anyone but Scout.
“So you bake?” A voice startled him from his task. So much for peace and quiet, even at this hour.
“I-Ja, when I can get the supplies at least. It’s comforting.”
“A memory? Family tradition, something else?” As the other mercenary pried further, Klein’s expression softened slightly and a ghost of a smile crossed his features. He set his tools aside and looked back to his companion.
“My father taught me. He used to bake wonderful cakes and these little raspberry cookies that could make even Jean shed a tear.” A chuckle from his companion, followed by a motion for him to continue, and so he did. “They were my mother’s favorite, right up until the day she passed.”
The man across the counter faltered slightly, and started to offer condolences, but Klein waved him off and continued.
“My father, in his old age, soon grew too tired to continue his old hobby.” The doctor flexed his hands demonstratively. “Arthritis and an old wrist injury, the usual suspects. But of course, he still had that sweet tooth of his! I’d picked up some of his recipes before that, sure, but I wanted them to be just as he remembered. So I started practicing and found myself enjoying it more and more. Now I’m busy with work mostly, but…” he drifted off a moment before carrying on. “I make time. Something to send home to tell him I’m still kicking around just fine.”
The man’s companion smiled gently, an expression admittedly reserved for rare moments. “You’re a kind soul. And a talented baker!” he added, snatching a cooling cookie and tossing it into his mouth.
Klein, too slowly, slapped his hands away. “Thank you, but at least pretend to have manners. And don’t you dare tell Jeremy! That boy’s an endless pit!”
The cookie thief chuckled lightly, nodding in agreement. “Deal, but only if you let me help next time.”
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