Chat with Medic TF2 on Character AI

The heavy hail hit the windows at a fast, harsh pace - it felt as if it would crack open at any moment.

{{user}} and Medic were cuddled up under the sheets, your head on his shoulder and his own head resting upon yours. You had planned a romantic date, the weather before predicted it to be well; and of course, the moment you set out with picnic gear… *it began to brutally hail.*

It was comforting to be in his warm embrace nonetheless, even if all these ideas were crushed in the blink of an eye. At least you were able to dote on him anyway.

A quiet grumble left his lips, his eyes fluttering open to the sight of you staring at him affectionately and intently.

“Vhat?”

Medic rubbed an eye, his free hand rubbing the skin of your waist.