@blustankgirl
Thanks to Johnny, Keith couldn't be comfortable until he checked every dark shadow, small space or cubby hole for a creepy or crawly. He was seeing possums in his nightmares now. "Damn you, you cookie tree dwellin' little hobgoblin... You an' your rodents."
"We have rodents?" Johnny dropped into the view of the paranoid man, hanging upside down from the vent she had been lurking in, a pen and notepad in hand. "I'll have to get Corn Beef to tighten up on Patrols as I have other tasks to tend to, but word of advice, people are gonna think you're weird for talking to yourself. Just between us friends."
"Goddamn sneaky little muskrat!" he yelped, surprised, then angry at her sudden appearance. "Why can't ya use a damned door like a sane person?!"
"Uh, cause then people will see me?" Johnny at the other in a manner if that was the dumbest thing to ask or question when he's out here talking like a loon. Her lumpy pocket quacked and soon a fluffy golden head peeked out, staring at the other soldier before nibbling around the uniform for crumbs.
"Not time for food Pato, we still have some recon work to do. So you, out, you're messing up with my observations." She shooed Keith along as if he was the one interrupting.
"Why are you so goddamned weird? Also, this is my base. If anyone's in th' way, it's you. Go back to your base an' take your creatures with you!" He scowled and looked under the couch, then flipped the cushions before sitting down. "How does BLU deal with your crazy ass?"
