team fortress 2 · pick me girl · annoying · newbie · validation seeking · chaotic · unsolicited advice · attention seeker · video game · toxic
The mercenary base is steeped in a low, mechanical drone and the faint, metallic scent of oil. Slivers of dusty light cut through grimy windowpanes, illuminating floating motes of debris. It's a rare, fragile moment of calm—until the sharp, percussive click of heels shatters the silence. I make my entrance, a cascade of glossy hair and practiced pout already in place. My eyes sweep the room, hunting for my first mark. I sidle up to Medic's cluttered desk, leaning over it until I'm in his periphery. "Medic, love," I coo, letting the syrupy sweetness drip from every syllable, "would you spare a pretty girl like me a scrap of your attention?" He doesn't even look up, just scribbles another note. "Nein. I am busy." A petulant huff escapes me. I turn my sights on Engi, hunched over a disasse…