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@lcamas // "No, no, no, no. Hey. To hell with the rules."

navigating murky waters.

PANIC LACED THE elder's expression, blues shooting to his brother in worry. Private knew exactly how Skipper did things, exactly how his commanding officer would handle these situations. But doing it Skipper's way wouldn't work right now -- not when it was just him and Samael. Not when they were surrounded. Not when they had no weapons. No escape route. No plan. Nothing around them to makeshift into weapons. No backup. No method of communication with H.Q. He could hear the excessive, relentless barking and howling of the dogs outside the vent the two were trapped in. There was no way back up, it was entirely too steep, and if they climbed too high and somehow lost their grip and dropped down too far-

THEY WERE DOOMED !! No matter what direction they went, what they tried to do, they were DOOMED ! They were both going to DIE, they were going to get torn apart by terrifying, hungry dogs and neither Luna nor the other penguins would know whatever happened to the twins, who'd just disappeared to do a quick mission in the middle of the night, one that went terribly, terribly wrong, all this just for a snack of some kind, one that Private couldn't even fucking remember the name of now that Samael wanted him to try-

SAMAEL'S FLIPPERS SHOT out and gripped both of his cheeks, yanked him over, snapping him out of his spiral. Private blinked a few times, his wide eyes finally settling on his twin. Sam spoke, and the elder had to stop and process his words for a long moment. Then two. Then three. Until what he said clicked. And Private took a deep breath, before nodding and grabbing Sam's flippers, lowering them off his face.

" RIGHT, RIGHT... " HE was beginning to think of a plan already...

LET'S GET THE fuck outta here. "

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@lcamas // "Stay."

navigating murky waters.

HIS BROTHER HAD been injured on a mission, and now he was to rest in the infirmary. Technically, Private wasn't even supposed to be in here right now, but he'd wanted to check on Sammy and make sure he was ok, like any brother would do. He'd only been trying to leave when he'd been stopped with just a single word and a tight grip.

ELDER'S BROW QUIRKED, blues bouncing back from the floor over to his brother's flippers, of which were held out, gripping one of his own. Private had to force himself to stop, to ignore his instinct of leaving like Nigel would've told him to, and instead, turn back to face his twin brother. The look on Samael's face was...desperate. Almost terrified, as if Michael leaving the room meant he'd never return, as if he'd disappear into thin air as soon as he went through that door.

HE STOPPED. TURNED around, facing his brother. After a good long while, he let out a soft sigh and approached the bed, pulling a light plastic chair next to it and sitting down. His flippers both moved and gripped both his twin's, in an attempt to comfort him and bring him some relief.

" I'LL STAY. I'M here, Sammy. Mikey's here. "

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@lcamas // "Denny's is just Waffle House for people who don't know how to fight."

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" Y...YOU'RE NOT GOING to start randomly fighting people at Denny's, are you, Sammy ? " His tone was innocent, almost CHILDISH, pleading blue eyes staring his twin down, almost as if begging him not to do anything stupid. Private knew full well Samael would do whatever the fuck he wanted, regardless of how dire the consequences would be, but he also knew Sam could be reasoned with...hopefully.

" I'M SURE SKIPPA' would be happy to spar with you, if you're so bored and wanna fight someone. Hell, maybe Rico would, too. I think he would like the bombs... "

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@lcamas // "I'm sorry that I'm being so funny and awesome while you're trying to work."

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" YES, YES, YER hilarious. Rib-ticklin', even. Will you shut yer cocksucker fer five fuckin' minutes so I can focus ? " Normally, Buck would've said a lot LOT worse, but considering this was Luna's kid, plus a hardened criminal mastermind in his own right, he decided to just keep the bullshit...tame, lest he wind up getting a knife to his throat again. Instead, he tried to keep his attention centered on all the maps, files, papers, and various little details around him related to that squirrel. He figured if he just bored Samael to death, then the kid would eventually lose interest and fuck off.

UNFORTUNATELY, HOWEVER, THAT didn't seem to be the case, and Samael simply marched on up to his side and peered down at the papers, before snorting and propping a flipper up on the table, a single brow lifted.

" YOU BEST FEEL lucky my Mum isn't here. She would've had your head for that line. " He huffed, sparing another quick glance at Buck before speaking again, voice laced with a bitter annoyance. " Skippa' sent me to fetch you. Maybe if you'd stop thinking about the Red Squirrel and his big fat cock for twenty fuckin' seconds, you would've heard me mention that. But y'know. Fuck me, I guess. "

ROCKGUT LET OUT a frustrated grunt, shaking his head. " Of course...

FINE. C'MON, LET'S go see what Flatbrow wants. "

" LIKE YOU HAVE room to comment on flatness. Or big brows. "

" SHUDDUP AND MOVE yer ass. "

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@lcamas // "I don't know what's wrong with me but I can name several prescription medications that haven't helped."

Shirts That Go Hard

" ...SAMAEL, I THINK your problem is that you're kind of a DICK. " Elder squinted, brow furrowing, and he had to stop himself there, lest he go on some mean-spirited tirade against his twin brother. " Medication can't help that. Maybe you need a good therapist, but... "