#ch. scout

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My muse is sick.

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🍜 - Scout :)

Send me a 🍜 for your muse to make mine (or try to) a meal.

【🔧】— “Thanks Scout, knew Ah could count on you.” As much as the engineer wanted to lay there and stay asleep, she knew she had to eat something to get her strength up or she’d never feel up to standing. With how upset her stomach was, soup seemed like the only safe option for now, even if it was condensed and from a can, it was better than nothing.

         This didn’t look like the standard chicken noodle soup from the issued MREs though.

        “Where’d y’ git this?” She asked, spoon stirring it around. 

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@bcggars​ for Scout

The Donays - Devil in his heart (1962) 

【🔧】— Ah, young love; so tender, yet so brutal, and sometimes, very one-sided.  The Engineer watched the Scout yak on the phone, floundering over his words as he attempted to flirt with Pauling when the woman was trying to give the their list of assignments. 

     As the call concluded, the older woman attempted to stifle a laugh by putting her coffee cup to her lips, but it only caused a slight sputtering noise. She wasn’t laughing *at* him, per se, she just found the whole thing amusing, and sort of cute. Reminded her of her ex-husband at that age.

       “She’s got th’ devil in ‘er heart,” she told him. “She’s gon’ tear yer heart apart.”  

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@sexbonk​ continued from here.

【🔧】— “No, it’s a bowl of hot glue,” she replied sarcastically, then allowed a soft sigh to escape her lips before correcting herself. “Yes, it’s food, chicken noodle, t’ be exact.” 

      She wasn’t going to escort him to his bed or make physical contact with him, for fear of catching whatever he had, so she simply maneuvered around him and set the bowl on the TV tray she had next to his bed. After she set it down safely, she reached into her bra and took out some prescription-strength medicine she smuggled into the base from an actual licensed pharmacy.

     “Short answer: no; n’ if y’ don’t stay put, I’ll snitch on ya t’ Medic.” She wouldn’t, but that threat was probably enough to make anybody who knew how their doctor really operated comply. “C’mon, if y’ don’t rest up, it’ll take longer fer ya t’ recover... n’ Ah don’t think we c’in keep foolin’ soldier with th’ cardboard cut-out.”

        She had just simply told Medic that Scout was dead to get him off his back... though that brought an entirely different problem of Medic pestering the rest of the team where they kept his body.

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@scoutings​

【🔧】— “Oh, yer th’ team’s scout, huh?” Wasn’t this guy a bit too young to be throwing his life away on poorly sanctioned mercenary work? Then again, most men tended to look a lot younger without traces of facial hair, so he might have been older than he looked.

       “Y’ look awful sweaty, you just git back from a jog?” That actually sounded like a good idea, the engineer could stand to work on her cardio a bit.