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Cayne’s expression remains flat, the only change happens when he quirks an eyebrow after the glitter cloud finally settles.
Johnny just kinda shuffles his feet and he rubs the back of his head as an awkward feeling settles. “Surpriiiise?”
"I feel like a unicorn came right in my goddamn face."
Walking past—
"Just gettin’ in from Chippendales, ey Red?"
"Oh, And you’d know all about that, wouldnt’ you, Lieutenant."
[Replaces '#1 Lieutenant' mug with one that reads 'I <3 Cock']
He blinks. It’s 0500 in the damned morning, and the Lieutenant certainly wasn’t giving any energy towards this ‘Fool’s Day’. He snagged the mug along with him to the coffee pot for a fill-up anyway.
"That’s a nice mug there, LT." Cayne’s smirk was anything other than subtle.
"I'nnit." He nods toward it, cracking the most subtle of smirks. "Would you like it back?"
Cayne’s expression remains flat, the only change happens when he quirks an eyebrow after the glitter cloud finally settles.
Johnny just kinda shuffles his feet and he rubs the back of his head as an awkward feeling settles. “Surpriiiise?”
"I feel like a unicorn came right in my goddamn face."
Walking past--
"Just gettin' in from Chippendales, ey Red?"
[Replaces '#1 Lieutenant' mug with one that reads 'I <3 Cock']
He blinks. It's 0500 in the damned morning, and the Lieutenant certainly wasn't giving any energy towards this 'Fool's Day'. He snagged the mug along with him to the coffee pot for a fill-up anyway.
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"Hey LT, you've gone awful radio silent."
"Sometimes it's necessary." He shrugs, edges towards the other but makes no eye contact. "But I can make time."
what's the weirdest position you've ever tried?
Rapid fire sitting position.
"Long day at the office?" Came the Lieutenant’s voice from behind Red, before he rounded the edge of the table where the man was seated and slid into a chair across from him. Simon had a certain knack for turning up, seemingly out of nowhere. It’s what made him good at what he...
"As you shouldn't, Gunnery Sergeant," he replied, meeting Red's stare with his own. "You've got more important things, haven't you?"
angrysniper:
"Fucking hell." Cayne slumped down into a chair at a mess hall table, rubbing his temples. Today had been far too long. He was plenty ready for chow and retiring to his bunk.
"Long day at the office?" Came the Lieutenant’s voice from behind Red, before he rounded the edge of the table where the man was seated and slid into a chair across from him. Simon had a certain knack for turning up, seemingly out of nowhere. It’s what made him good at what he did, but in other situations, it mostly only served to get on the nerves of others.
Long time no see, LT. Been too long without someone gripin' and tryin to keep me in line. //smirks (-McKinnley)
Red. Good to see we still have our share of barbarians around. /cracks a smirk/
Good to see ya both again; it's been...what two months?
Has it only been that long? Feels far longer, mate. Good t'see you. 'ow's things on this end?
hey all you daft fucks
guess who’s home
'Bout time you show you're bloody face.
//stares for a long moment// Is that s’posed to be a
pun.
And if it was? //holds down a small smile//
Own your shitty puns, brother; it’s all you can do at this point.
Yeah, John. Mind your step-father.
