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Oh the attitude you’ve got!
Ever since Crosshair joining the Empire, Tech had been having some royal problems.
Missing the sparring of the verbal kind the two had been usually engaged in, well Tech really missed not having Crosshair around.
Nobody could deliver like Crosshair could, the snark simply flying all around! It was as good as Tech’s own version of it.
And so, as Tech could not yet have Crosshair back, Tech had started implementing some changes of his own. Small at first. Hardly noticbcable, right?
And yet, the team mates did notice. Especially the several out of character accessories Tech now donned. Not to mention his “new” catchphrase.
“How touching.”
The toothpick chewing following suit. Yeah, it wasn’t as popular as all that.
Like said, this all had not gone unnoticed by the others.
“Um Tech…”
“Yes, Echo?” Thankfully, the R-word had yet to catch on.
“You, um, noticed anything strange going on here lately? With you?”
“Like wot?”
“That.”
Tech adjusted his goggles and tried to scowl at Echo. Alas, Echo wasn’t all that impressed. The scowl nowhere near Crosshair’s permascowl.
“You’re trying to emulate Crosshair. Using his expressions, abbreviations…” Echo pulled the toothpick out. “And his… accessories.”
Tech sighed heavily so, knowing he had been caught. Alas, what could he say to Echo none of them did not already know.
“I miss him.” Tech admitted in a timid rather tone.
“I know. We all do.” Echo thought for a moment before adding the obvious. “We’ll get him back, somehow.
“Now, you sound like Omega.” Tech pointed out.
“Well, guess we are all rubbing off on one and other.” Echo let out a small chuckle.
Tech still looked like a puppy having been berated for chewing the shoes. Echo decided to help him out, as he opened his arms. Tech taking the offering willingly.
After all, they were in this together. Missing their wayward sniper for sure.