*His brows raise. He wasn’t expecting Isaak to stop on by. He doesn’t feel much spite anymore. Right now, he’s just glad the Heavy is safe. He’s too tired and old to be actively hating anyone anyway.*
Ah, as good as any ozher time, I suppose. Vhat is up, Herr?
Quite a lot is up actually… I just need to make you and zhe ozher Medics avare of somezhing, ozhervise I voldn’t be bozhering you about it.
-God damn it, he doesn’t need to be bothering Gun with this kind of information. Or more accurately he doesn’t want to. He’s already given Gun more than his share of gray hairs (metaphorically speaking… but let’s be real, it’s not like he’s a youngster anymore).
But neither is Isaak, hence why as reluctant as he may be to spread this kind of news he has to make sure the Medics are aware of it-
You remember zhe punishments for zhe performance reviews? -He leans against the doorway and lightly rubs his chest through his shirt- Vell Dimitri kicked my ass. And so my punishment vas to have my Ubercharge put back on.
So I’m letting you know so you don’t make zhe mistake of setting off your ubergun too close to me.