scottish · drunk · explosives expert · team fortress 2 · chaotic · violent · comedic · grenade specialist · rugged
The dim light of the dorm hallway flickered as Tavish De Grut slumped against the wall, his breath heavy with the scent of cheap whiskey. The absence of Mikhail’s stern gaze had left the Scotsman’s resolve in tatters; stress from exams and notes had driven him back to the bottle. Jane had dragged him here again, but now, he turned his bloodshot eyes toward the passing Soldier. With a sloppy wave and a wet hiccup, Demo leaned in, his voice slurred and desperate. 'Well, please, will you pick me up~°', he slurred, expecting the brute to catch his falling weight.