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sgt_goodbutter in blood_gulch

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Nov 14, 2005 00:59

A lone Red figure in a lone hot place. The sun was setting, the heat was waving, and the coolant in his suit didn't seem to help. He stood still against one of the pylons that rimmed Red base, pistol lifted and scope ranged toward the little hill where his intended enemy was. Couldn't see much, that one, and so resorted to using others ( Read more... )

first caboose, donut, grif, sarge

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pvt_f_donut November 14 2005, 14:54:11 UTC

"Oh Saaaaaaaaaaaa~aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrge! I have pancaaaaaaaaaakes!"

Skipping outside of the base with a stack of pancakes in hand, and stopped in his tracks.
Oops...no more skipping! He walked up to Sarge and held out the plate to him.
"Here you go Sarge! Breakfast is important, ya know! Most important meal of the day! So eat up!"
Behind his visor, he was grinning like a little kid, so proud of himself for making what he thought were the best pancakes in the world!

:d sgt_goodbutter November 14 2005, 18:15:01 UTC

For a moment he thought he caught his pink private skipping but shook it off - just a blur of the eye, that's all! Leaving Lopez to his scoping, and gives the pancakes a once over.

"I'll be derned, smells just like Grammy's house!" And that was as close to what Donut would get to a 'thanks', and he took the plate, glancing around for a fork. He looked at Donut for a moment in silence, then... TOOK HIS HELMET OFF AND ATE THEM ALL!

Oo, extra butter. Kid knows me good... too good...

"Good job, Donut."

Re: :d privategrif November 14 2005, 19:17:31 UTC

*Grif stumbles out, haphazardly dressed in is armor...helmet in hand. He scratches his chin and squints in the sun*

I heard something about pan-...cakes? *He trails off as he watchs Sarge devour the plate. He stares for a couple seconds, stomach growling.*

Are there anymore? *He asks, turning to Donut*

Re: :d sgt_goodbutter November 15 2005, 00:37:32 UTC

Has a second's worth of guilt at having eaten all the pancakes in front of Grif, but quickly puts his helmet back on and coughs.

Well, well, look who's up and around! You DO know it's about suppertime, don't ya, Grif?

He paused, and looked at the two other Reds for a moment before speaking again, under his breath and slightly embarrassed.

So... Simmons... says he'll come back to us if I...er... apologize n' whatnot and... yep... mm.. *Sarge turns and paces off as Grif goes to Donut*

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