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AIM RP LOG: OF SCOUTS AND SOLDIERS (PART 1)
Who: BLU Soldier, RED Scout
When: August 28
Where: Neutral ground, Kitchen
What: BLU Soldier finds himself with a hankering paternal instinct when it comes to the young an reckless. RED Scout is at least cooperative.
When: August 28
Where: Neutral ground, Kitchen
What: BLU Soldier finds himself with a hankering paternal instinct when it comes to the young an reckless. RED Scout is at least cooperative.
Nate had this thing for running, it wasn't a urge or a want, something more like aburning need in the back of his mind to run as hard and as fast as he could, until he had problems breathing or he would up tripping over his tired feet. Which what was happening this time, his breath was hard, his wrists already red and the skin on his knees a little broken as he kept running. He'd managed to keep quiet so far, but this time the young man tripped over his left foot, not able to move it out of the way fast enough as he tumbled to the floor with a little shout.
Gunny, to a lesser degree, held a passion for the physical exertion that came with running--the innate and passive urge to keep in shape long past his years. A new location certainly didn't mean sacrificing his health-conscious routine and the Soldier took it upon himself to do his stretches outside. Seeing the Scout some ways off around RED territory fall over his feet like a flimsy cartoon half-interested and half-amused the older man. "Feet gettin' a head o' you, boy?"
"Shut up! I've been runnin for like... A friggen hour!" He grumbles a little now, forcing himself to his knees then back onto his butt, rubbing at his knees and then his elbows. "I run till I can't run anymore, it helps me get better."
Chuckling, the Marine brushed the dust off his shirt and took the back of his hand across his sweating brow. Typical Scout behavior. He had to hand it to the exuberent bunch. "Ah reckon--not th'best tactic Ah've ever heard of." Gunny reached a momentary level of hesitation...crossfaction interractions had been strictly forbidden in his last base; and punishments often dished out at his hand for violation of such policies. Here though...he wasn't so sure about what he was allowed to do. "Y'alright, short stop?"
"Eh, I've been worse off." The red forced himself to his shaky feet, patting down his shirt and pants to get rid of the dust. "I just needed to get out, you know?" He flashes a smile now, offering his hand and tapping his feet on the ground, ready to work through the ache. "Names Nate. Or Red Scout."
Without missing a beat, the older man offered his hand in return. "Jes' call me Gunny. Blu Soldier Ah reckon." his gaze darted down to the Scout's feet; twitching and ready to start running again. His restraint was tossed to the wind; the nostalgia of the uniform the boy wore striking home as he pointed to the nearest unused stack of milk crates piled on one wall. "Go sit yer ass down n' let me have a look at yer feet y'dummy."
"What? They're friggen fine! I'm not a baby, man..." He frowned a little now, moving over to the crates anyway, spreading his lets and tapping his heels on the ground now instead, palms flat on the crate between his thighs. "It's just bloody..."
"Yeah n' you keep up like that one day yer gonna be about as useful as a lame horse." The Soldier protested, following Nate over and letting him get comfortable before kneeling in front of him and taking up one leg with alarming care for a man his stature. He rolled down his sock to get a look past the abrasions and scuff marks. "Y'know where Ah last werked, respawn didn't werk. Y'couldn't go bein' this foolish without consequence."
His foot twitched slightly as soon as the larger man touched it, pouting a little at the old cuts and scraped that only sort of healed over, the sock on his other leg beginningto tint red midway down his shit. "They're just cuts.. I can run with cuts you know... I can run with more then cuts." He crossed his arms over his chest, holding his elbows in his palm to try and hide the scrapes there.
Chuckling again...Gunny palpitated along the length of Nate's left calf to his ankle, asking if it hurt and testing for swelling. The kid could really hurt himself...and a Scout who couldn't run. "Oh Ah'm sure you can, half-stack but seems awfully foolish t'treat yer star-qualification like garbage, huh?" He rolled the sock back up just as carefully before repeating the process with the other. "Might wanna go visit yer Medic...could get awfully infected."
The Scout hissed faintly when the other man presed at a small spot on the side of his calf. "I don't treat my legs like trash." He pulls his leg to his chest hte moment the older man was done with it, beginning to pull the wraps off of his left wrist to wrap around his shins instead. "An' I haven't seen the Dok since I got here. So I clean an wrap mine up on my own." Which wasn't exactly the best... But he was trying.
"S'a shame..." In any normal circumstance, the Soldier couldn't bring himself to pity an injured mercenary--especially one on the other team. Didn't it make his work easier in the end? But his heart went out to a boy who probably looked young enough to be his son at any rate. "Shit, gimme those." He smiled, taking the wrappings and winding them around Nate's calf before carefully folding them secure. "C'mon. playtime's over." he offered a sincere pat on the shoulder.
"Why you bein' so nice to me anyway, Solly?" He raises a brow, forcing himself to his feet again, easily ignoring the ache as he worked up to his hips. He was definitely done running for today. "So far, people here seem t'hate me cause of my class alone."
"M'jes' old Ah reckon." He shrugged, turning to grab his canteen off the dirt from a few feet back and shrug his shotgun over hsi shoulder. "Seems a damn shame if'n y'ask me. Let's go find you a Doc."
"I just turned 20 before I came here." He smiles, a bit proud that he was of drinking age now, even a couple of years over. He hated it when his older brothers teased him with beet and whiskey without letting him have any. "You can get in trouble for this yeah...? Do you care?"
From over his shoulder, Gunny sighed. Yeah he /could/ get in an awful deep hole for this but if they didn't mind teams mingling in the first place with conjoined facilities, then what the hell was he supposed to do? Watch the kid break his own ankles clean in half over his morning PT? "Jes' help me find a first aid kit. 20, huh? Y'look 12." he jabbed harmlessly.
"What happened to bringin' me to a doc?" He rose a brow, but then the second comment actually registered and he straightened out a little. "M'not a freakin' kid! I'm here, If I can fight and die repeatedly then I'm not a kid." He didn't really like it for one reason, and it was deep seated enough that he wasn't entirely sure of it himself. Precious little boy. The words rang in his head, making him shiver and come to a stop for a few moments. "I... didn't see any when I was runnin..."
"Y'may not be a kid but y'sure as hell aint' a man yet neither." He pointed out, holding the door back inside the common room between the bases open for Nate. "Well Ah take you to a Doc n' we both git in trouble. Ah leave you out there limpin' like a three-legged dog n' you'll git in trouble n' if Ah help you," He paused to smirk. "Well Ah'm a bit older so Ah reckon bein' in a little trouble don't bother me none anymore."
He chose to ignroe the fact that the door was held open for him, stepping inside and moving quickly to sprawl out on the coush, taking a few deep breaths as he worked his heart to slow down. "Think they got some of 'em in here? that's be really friggen easy if they did."
"Ah'll go look. Stay put." Gunny demanded, shrugging his shotgun into a more comfortable position and offering his half-filled canteen to the boy before he was wandering down the hallway closer to BLU base, checking the walls until he found a tin first aid kit to pull off and bring back. It wasn't terribly stocked and didn't look like it had much use but at least there were the basics...ace bandages, antiseptic--the works.
By the time that Gunny got back Nate was sitting up again, shirt off and tossed to the side as he examined the rest of his little scrapes and bruises. He wasn't exactly the best at not getting damaged, he liked to pick fights and do stupid things a bit too much. "Hey! You found one. I didn' think you were comin' back."
The state of the Scout had him clucking his tongue; that sticky, ugly paternal instinct finding it's way towards the surface as he pulled the coffee table up to sit on and opened the kit in his lap. "Don't git yer hopes too high," Gunny teased, finding a few alcohol wipes first and foremost. "Alright. S'start with th'legs. Put 'em up, socks down." he patted his knee.
He shifted away from the sight of the alcohol wipes, frowning a little at the idea of being cleaned before just shaking his head. "No way, that stuff friggen stings. Just wrap it up it'll be fine." He says this softly, not really too happy with the state that he'd found himself in after only a few days.
"Didn't you jes' say y'weren't a kid?" Gunny patiently wetted a few cotton balls with the antiseptic. "C'mon now dont' be a sissy. Y'jes' wrap those dirty things up n' you'll be kissin' yer legs goodbye in a matter o' days." He gave the Scout a hard look. "Amputations r' real cheap y'know."
With a bit of internal struggle that was pretty obvious, le offered his legs again, rolling down the socks of course before setting them in the older man’s lap. "Just cause I'm not a kid doesn't mean that I don't mind stingin' shit."
"It don't hurt that bad. Ah'll be quick, huh?" He swore, holding Nate by the calf carefully as he took up swiping the dirt and half-dried blood from around the worst of the scrapes. He kept true to his word, working quickly and gently as possible before the antiseptic was cooling over the clean wounds and he could tab some salve over each wound and slap a bandage over it. "S'not so bad, see? Big baby."
He did hiss a couple of times when his legs were cleaned, hands moving up to rub at his face and grumbling a little at the situation. He needed to shower, but now with the bandages he was going to have to change them as soon as he did anyway. "M'not a baby, Gunny. I just don't get off on pain."
"Pain s'weakness leavin' th'body, Private. Builds character," He rolled the ruined socks back up carefully and eased Nate's leg back down before repeating the process with the other. His elbows weren't half so bad but a little water from the canteen and a few bandages cleared those out. "There--right as rain." he piled up the filthy bandages and cotton balls in one fist."
Nate just shook his head a couple of times, looking at his elbows and knees before slowly smiling. It all stung, but it felt a bit better without his socks constantly rubbing against the cuts and scrapes. "So... You're new then? Me too. Apparently red hasn't had a friggen Scout in years. Cool huh?"
"Jes' hopped off th'train last night." He smiled, offering his hand. "Reckon you n' me got somethin' in common then. Scouts r' important n' all tlheir own way." He assured, standing up and closing the kit; discarding his trash and wiping his hands off iwth a bit more antiseptic. "You think y'can walk alright still?'
"I can run still." He sits up straight, 'fluffing' his feathers a little in pride at how fast and strong his legs were. With a little chuckle he forced himself to his feet, legs shaking for a moment before he got the pain measured and under control. "Could still beat you in a race, Blu."
"Ah wouldn't doubt it." He admits--Scouts have run circles around him since the day he joined the outfit. "Don't go bustin' yer ass all over again, boy. M'not yer wet nurse." He warns, brushing the invisible dust off the front of his t-shirt.
He laughs a little at that, moving over to pat the older man on the shoulder, openly smiling now that the pain from his scraps was much easier to handle. "Thanks for the help, Gunny. Shame I'll have t'kill you on the feild yeah?"
He almost chokes on his canteen water before wiping his mouth against the back of his hand. "Yeah, damn shame kid. Hope yer Doc does a better job patchin' you folks up n' Ah did."
He smiles wide now giving a little snicker before a playful shove, pretty happy with this Blu and their awkward half friendship. "You know I'm not gonna leave you be though, yeah? That'd be like... suspicious or some shit." He gives a little shrug now, crossing his amrs over his chest again.
"boy you even know what th'werd suspicious means?" He shook his head, turning to walk the first aid kit back down the hall and put it back in its proper place. "M'sure you got better things t'do, kiddo."
"I know what it means, m'not that stupid." He grumbles a little now, following the other man on his way back to the place he got the med kit. "Just gonna put it back half empty? We should just keep it in the common room or somethin."
"Everythin's got a place, kiddo. Ah'm sure somebody'll refill it eventually." The first aid kit was clipped back to the wall neaty before he turned to regard the RED Scout. "Hungry?"
"I'm always hungry." He perked up obviously at the idea of food, smile spreading across his lips before his tongue snuck out to lick at them. "I don't usually make my own food though, Just make Sammiches."
"How does grilled cheese sound?" he offered instead, still a little unfamiliar with the base and its beehive corridors to quite remember the kitchen. Maybe it was his old age getting the better of him. "Lead th'way, city slick."
"That sound friggen great." He turned around, starting at a slow trot, eager to get the food in his stomach and to prove that he could still run perfectly fine. "I think I got this place memorized."
"Fer both our sakes Ah hope so too," Gunny followed at a leizure stride; feet measured with every step and hands hooked in the loops of his fatigues as he followed the exuberent Scout down to said kitchen. Now it all came back to him; the quiet familiarity of making pancakes for his team's Spy--sweet woman. "C'mon take a seat kiddo."
He plopped down onto the table instead, swinging his legs like the kid he actually was, smiling like a fool as he did so. "Y'gonna give me extra cheese? I love cheese." He laughs softly now, thinking about the mess he used to make at home by adding too much cheese to his sandwich. He'd been in trouble for weeks.
"Consider it done, kiddo." Gunny gave a mockery of a salute before setting out the skillet to heat up and finding said bread and cheese. the butter spread and doubling up on the kid's food, he crimped the edges closed with a fork and let them start hissing in the pan. "Anythin' t'drink?" he offered over his shoulder.
"I can get myself the milk." He hops off the table now, grabbing the bottle from the fridge before getting them both glasses for the drink, smiling happily to himself. He liked milk. Always had, always would.
It was nice--the cooking. Sure, sandwiches weren't all that complicated to make but to have the company and put his nerves at ease with the mundane task. Nate's sandwiches were done in no time and his were already cooking as he whisked them onto a plate for the Scout. "Try not t'make a mess, huh?"
He smiled slightly at the food, moving to actually sit on the bench instead and eat his new snack, shoulders squaring back. It looked really good. With a little laugh he begins to eat, shifting his hips and occasionally downing a bit of milk.
Gunny continued to prod at his own sandwiches for a minute before the stove clicked off and the skillet slid to the back burner to cool. His plate steamed and the milk glass condensed heavily against his gloved fingers as he found a seat across from Nate. "Good?"
"Cheesy." He nods a bit, swallowing hard and shifting a couple of times as he thought about what was happening, really not caring at the moment that the solider in front of him was in fact blue. "Friggen great."
"Glad y'like it then," the Soldier started tearing the crusts off his sandwich to eat methodically, occasionally washing it down with the rest of his milk. "My boy likes these things...s'about all he'll eat actually." Another quiet chuckle. "Don't go tellin' th'rest o' yer team a big BLU softie fed you lunch."
"No way... Especially not now that you're talkin' like I make you think about your kid." He murmurs this, looking the other man over before setting the sandwich down, everything but the top crusts eaten by now.
"Ah 'preciate it, champ." The Marine nodded after a mouthful, licking his fingers clean. "Y'gonna wander on back t'yer side o' th'fence now?"
"Yeah.. Yeah I suppose." He shrugs a little now, leaving his plate and empty glass at the table. "I wonder if they even noticed that I'm not there right now."
"Well Ah won't snitch if you won't," Gunny smirked, walking his and Nate's empty plates and glasses to the sink to rinse off and set aside. His hands were dried against the outside seam of his fatigues before turning. "Ah don't think Ah'd impress anyone much walkin' you back t'yer base." Or he probably would have...having already done so much to take care of the kid.
Nate lifted his hands and waved them a little, beginning to tap his feet on the floor once again. "Nah, I gotit. I'm just gonna go back to my room and sleep for the rest of the friggen day."
Gunny, to a lesser degree, held a passion for the physical exertion that came with running--the innate and passive urge to keep in shape long past his years. A new location certainly didn't mean sacrificing his health-conscious routine and the Soldier took it upon himself to do his stretches outside. Seeing the Scout some ways off around RED territory fall over his feet like a flimsy cartoon half-interested and half-amused the older man. "Feet gettin' a head o' you, boy?"
"Shut up! I've been runnin for like... A friggen hour!" He grumbles a little now, forcing himself to his knees then back onto his butt, rubbing at his knees and then his elbows. "I run till I can't run anymore, it helps me get better."
Chuckling, the Marine brushed the dust off his shirt and took the back of his hand across his sweating brow. Typical Scout behavior. He had to hand it to the exuberent bunch. "Ah reckon--not th'best tactic Ah've ever heard of." Gunny reached a momentary level of hesitation...crossfaction interractions had been strictly forbidden in his last base; and punishments often dished out at his hand for violation of such policies. Here though...he wasn't so sure about what he was allowed to do. "Y'alright, short stop?"
"Eh, I've been worse off." The red forced himself to his shaky feet, patting down his shirt and pants to get rid of the dust. "I just needed to get out, you know?" He flashes a smile now, offering his hand and tapping his feet on the ground, ready to work through the ache. "Names Nate. Or Red Scout."
Without missing a beat, the older man offered his hand in return. "Jes' call me Gunny. Blu Soldier Ah reckon." his gaze darted down to the Scout's feet; twitching and ready to start running again. His restraint was tossed to the wind; the nostalgia of the uniform the boy wore striking home as he pointed to the nearest unused stack of milk crates piled on one wall. "Go sit yer ass down n' let me have a look at yer feet y'dummy."
"What? They're friggen fine! I'm not a baby, man..." He frowned a little now, moving over to the crates anyway, spreading his lets and tapping his heels on the ground now instead, palms flat on the crate between his thighs. "It's just bloody..."
"Yeah n' you keep up like that one day yer gonna be about as useful as a lame horse." The Soldier protested, following Nate over and letting him get comfortable before kneeling in front of him and taking up one leg with alarming care for a man his stature. He rolled down his sock to get a look past the abrasions and scuff marks. "Y'know where Ah last werked, respawn didn't werk. Y'couldn't go bein' this foolish without consequence."
His foot twitched slightly as soon as the larger man touched it, pouting a little at the old cuts and scraped that only sort of healed over, the sock on his other leg beginningto tint red midway down his shit. "They're just cuts.. I can run with cuts you know... I can run with more then cuts." He crossed his arms over his chest, holding his elbows in his palm to try and hide the scrapes there.
Chuckling again...Gunny palpitated along the length of Nate's left calf to his ankle, asking if it hurt and testing for swelling. The kid could really hurt himself...and a Scout who couldn't run. "Oh Ah'm sure you can, half-stack but seems awfully foolish t'treat yer star-qualification like garbage, huh?" He rolled the sock back up just as carefully before repeating the process with the other. "Might wanna go visit yer Medic...could get awfully infected."
The Scout hissed faintly when the other man presed at a small spot on the side of his calf. "I don't treat my legs like trash." He pulls his leg to his chest hte moment the older man was done with it, beginning to pull the wraps off of his left wrist to wrap around his shins instead. "An' I haven't seen the Dok since I got here. So I clean an wrap mine up on my own." Which wasn't exactly the best... But he was trying.
"S'a shame..." In any normal circumstance, the Soldier couldn't bring himself to pity an injured mercenary--especially one on the other team. Didn't it make his work easier in the end? But his heart went out to a boy who probably looked young enough to be his son at any rate. "Shit, gimme those." He smiled, taking the wrappings and winding them around Nate's calf before carefully folding them secure. "C'mon. playtime's over." he offered a sincere pat on the shoulder.
"Why you bein' so nice to me anyway, Solly?" He raises a brow, forcing himself to his feet again, easily ignoring the ache as he worked up to his hips. He was definitely done running for today. "So far, people here seem t'hate me cause of my class alone."
"M'jes' old Ah reckon." He shrugged, turning to grab his canteen off the dirt from a few feet back and shrug his shotgun over hsi shoulder. "Seems a damn shame if'n y'ask me. Let's go find you a Doc."
"I just turned 20 before I came here." He smiles, a bit proud that he was of drinking age now, even a couple of years over. He hated it when his older brothers teased him with beet and whiskey without letting him have any. "You can get in trouble for this yeah...? Do you care?"
From over his shoulder, Gunny sighed. Yeah he /could/ get in an awful deep hole for this but if they didn't mind teams mingling in the first place with conjoined facilities, then what the hell was he supposed to do? Watch the kid break his own ankles clean in half over his morning PT? "Jes' help me find a first aid kit. 20, huh? Y'look 12." he jabbed harmlessly.
"What happened to bringin' me to a doc?" He rose a brow, but then the second comment actually registered and he straightened out a little. "M'not a freakin' kid! I'm here, If I can fight and die repeatedly then I'm not a kid." He didn't really like it for one reason, and it was deep seated enough that he wasn't entirely sure of it himself. Precious little boy. The words rang in his head, making him shiver and come to a stop for a few moments. "I... didn't see any when I was runnin..."
"Y'may not be a kid but y'sure as hell aint' a man yet neither." He pointed out, holding the door back inside the common room between the bases open for Nate. "Well Ah take you to a Doc n' we both git in trouble. Ah leave you out there limpin' like a three-legged dog n' you'll git in trouble n' if Ah help you," He paused to smirk. "Well Ah'm a bit older so Ah reckon bein' in a little trouble don't bother me none anymore."
He chose to ignroe the fact that the door was held open for him, stepping inside and moving quickly to sprawl out on the coush, taking a few deep breaths as he worked his heart to slow down. "Think they got some of 'em in here? that's be really friggen easy if they did."
"Ah'll go look. Stay put." Gunny demanded, shrugging his shotgun into a more comfortable position and offering his half-filled canteen to the boy before he was wandering down the hallway closer to BLU base, checking the walls until he found a tin first aid kit to pull off and bring back. It wasn't terribly stocked and didn't look like it had much use but at least there were the basics...ace bandages, antiseptic--the works.
By the time that Gunny got back Nate was sitting up again, shirt off and tossed to the side as he examined the rest of his little scrapes and bruises. He wasn't exactly the best at not getting damaged, he liked to pick fights and do stupid things a bit too much. "Hey! You found one. I didn' think you were comin' back."
The state of the Scout had him clucking his tongue; that sticky, ugly paternal instinct finding it's way towards the surface as he pulled the coffee table up to sit on and opened the kit in his lap. "Don't git yer hopes too high," Gunny teased, finding a few alcohol wipes first and foremost. "Alright. S'start with th'legs. Put 'em up, socks down." he patted his knee.
He shifted away from the sight of the alcohol wipes, frowning a little at the idea of being cleaned before just shaking his head. "No way, that stuff friggen stings. Just wrap it up it'll be fine." He says this softly, not really too happy with the state that he'd found himself in after only a few days.
"Didn't you jes' say y'weren't a kid?" Gunny patiently wetted a few cotton balls with the antiseptic. "C'mon now dont' be a sissy. Y'jes' wrap those dirty things up n' you'll be kissin' yer legs goodbye in a matter o' days." He gave the Scout a hard look. "Amputations r' real cheap y'know."
With a bit of internal struggle that was pretty obvious, le offered his legs again, rolling down the socks of course before setting them in the older man’s lap. "Just cause I'm not a kid doesn't mean that I don't mind stingin' shit."
"It don't hurt that bad. Ah'll be quick, huh?" He swore, holding Nate by the calf carefully as he took up swiping the dirt and half-dried blood from around the worst of the scrapes. He kept true to his word, working quickly and gently as possible before the antiseptic was cooling over the clean wounds and he could tab some salve over each wound and slap a bandage over it. "S'not so bad, see? Big baby."
He did hiss a couple of times when his legs were cleaned, hands moving up to rub at his face and grumbling a little at the situation. He needed to shower, but now with the bandages he was going to have to change them as soon as he did anyway. "M'not a baby, Gunny. I just don't get off on pain."
"Pain s'weakness leavin' th'body, Private. Builds character," He rolled the ruined socks back up carefully and eased Nate's leg back down before repeating the process with the other. His elbows weren't half so bad but a little water from the canteen and a few bandages cleared those out. "There--right as rain." he piled up the filthy bandages and cotton balls in one fist."
Nate just shook his head a couple of times, looking at his elbows and knees before slowly smiling. It all stung, but it felt a bit better without his socks constantly rubbing against the cuts and scrapes. "So... You're new then? Me too. Apparently red hasn't had a friggen Scout in years. Cool huh?"
"Jes' hopped off th'train last night." He smiled, offering his hand. "Reckon you n' me got somethin' in common then. Scouts r' important n' all tlheir own way." He assured, standing up and closing the kit; discarding his trash and wiping his hands off iwth a bit more antiseptic. "You think y'can walk alright still?'
"I can run still." He sits up straight, 'fluffing' his feathers a little in pride at how fast and strong his legs were. With a little chuckle he forced himself to his feet, legs shaking for a moment before he got the pain measured and under control. "Could still beat you in a race, Blu."
"Ah wouldn't doubt it." He admits--Scouts have run circles around him since the day he joined the outfit. "Don't go bustin' yer ass all over again, boy. M'not yer wet nurse." He warns, brushing the invisible dust off the front of his t-shirt.
He laughs a little at that, moving over to pat the older man on the shoulder, openly smiling now that the pain from his scraps was much easier to handle. "Thanks for the help, Gunny. Shame I'll have t'kill you on the feild yeah?"
He almost chokes on his canteen water before wiping his mouth against the back of his hand. "Yeah, damn shame kid. Hope yer Doc does a better job patchin' you folks up n' Ah did."
He smiles wide now giving a little snicker before a playful shove, pretty happy with this Blu and their awkward half friendship. "You know I'm not gonna leave you be though, yeah? That'd be like... suspicious or some shit." He gives a little shrug now, crossing his amrs over his chest again.
"boy you even know what th'werd suspicious means?" He shook his head, turning to walk the first aid kit back down the hall and put it back in its proper place. "M'sure you got better things t'do, kiddo."
"I know what it means, m'not that stupid." He grumbles a little now, following the other man on his way back to the place he got the med kit. "Just gonna put it back half empty? We should just keep it in the common room or somethin."
"Everythin's got a place, kiddo. Ah'm sure somebody'll refill it eventually." The first aid kit was clipped back to the wall neaty before he turned to regard the RED Scout. "Hungry?"
"I'm always hungry." He perked up obviously at the idea of food, smile spreading across his lips before his tongue snuck out to lick at them. "I don't usually make my own food though, Just make Sammiches."
"How does grilled cheese sound?" he offered instead, still a little unfamiliar with the base and its beehive corridors to quite remember the kitchen. Maybe it was his old age getting the better of him. "Lead th'way, city slick."
"That sound friggen great." He turned around, starting at a slow trot, eager to get the food in his stomach and to prove that he could still run perfectly fine. "I think I got this place memorized."
"Fer both our sakes Ah hope so too," Gunny followed at a leizure stride; feet measured with every step and hands hooked in the loops of his fatigues as he followed the exuberent Scout down to said kitchen. Now it all came back to him; the quiet familiarity of making pancakes for his team's Spy--sweet woman. "C'mon take a seat kiddo."
He plopped down onto the table instead, swinging his legs like the kid he actually was, smiling like a fool as he did so. "Y'gonna give me extra cheese? I love cheese." He laughs softly now, thinking about the mess he used to make at home by adding too much cheese to his sandwich. He'd been in trouble for weeks.
"Consider it done, kiddo." Gunny gave a mockery of a salute before setting out the skillet to heat up and finding said bread and cheese. the butter spread and doubling up on the kid's food, he crimped the edges closed with a fork and let them start hissing in the pan. "Anythin' t'drink?" he offered over his shoulder.
"I can get myself the milk." He hops off the table now, grabbing the bottle from the fridge before getting them both glasses for the drink, smiling happily to himself. He liked milk. Always had, always would.
It was nice--the cooking. Sure, sandwiches weren't all that complicated to make but to have the company and put his nerves at ease with the mundane task. Nate's sandwiches were done in no time and his were already cooking as he whisked them onto a plate for the Scout. "Try not t'make a mess, huh?"
He smiled slightly at the food, moving to actually sit on the bench instead and eat his new snack, shoulders squaring back. It looked really good. With a little laugh he begins to eat, shifting his hips and occasionally downing a bit of milk.
Gunny continued to prod at his own sandwiches for a minute before the stove clicked off and the skillet slid to the back burner to cool. His plate steamed and the milk glass condensed heavily against his gloved fingers as he found a seat across from Nate. "Good?"
"Cheesy." He nods a bit, swallowing hard and shifting a couple of times as he thought about what was happening, really not caring at the moment that the solider in front of him was in fact blue. "Friggen great."
"Glad y'like it then," the Soldier started tearing the crusts off his sandwich to eat methodically, occasionally washing it down with the rest of his milk. "My boy likes these things...s'about all he'll eat actually." Another quiet chuckle. "Don't go tellin' th'rest o' yer team a big BLU softie fed you lunch."
"No way... Especially not now that you're talkin' like I make you think about your kid." He murmurs this, looking the other man over before setting the sandwich down, everything but the top crusts eaten by now.
"Ah 'preciate it, champ." The Marine nodded after a mouthful, licking his fingers clean. "Y'gonna wander on back t'yer side o' th'fence now?"
"Yeah.. Yeah I suppose." He shrugs a little now, leaving his plate and empty glass at the table. "I wonder if they even noticed that I'm not there right now."
"Well Ah won't snitch if you won't," Gunny smirked, walking his and Nate's empty plates and glasses to the sink to rinse off and set aside. His hands were dried against the outside seam of his fatigues before turning. "Ah don't think Ah'd impress anyone much walkin' you back t'yer base." Or he probably would have...having already done so much to take care of the kid.
Nate lifted his hands and waved them a little, beginning to tap his feet on the floor once again. "Nah, I gotit. I'm just gonna go back to my room and sleep for the rest of the friggen day."
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