Flowers padded through the grass and dirt, on his way to the blue's base. Would anyone remember him? He hoped so- He could never forget the men under him
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Church staggers out of the bunker, rubbing his forehead. If poeple would stop fucking yelling for ten minutes, he could catch a nap. He makes his way down the hallway toward the door to see who's making the racket.
"Jesus, Tucker, could you get any... son of a bitch! Cap? I thought you were dead!"
Looking up from the coffee despenser, Flowers smoothly takes a sip from his cup before he answers the screaming private. "Well sorta, but it's a bit confusing to explain. How have you and Tucker been? Have you been getting along?" He set his coffee down, walking over to Church. After looking him up and down, the captain patted Church's shoulder.
Church slumps onto a chair, staring in a daze. After a moment, he shakes himself out of it. "Yeah... things have been going pretty apeshit since you... died." He coughs and frowns, still coming to terms with this.
"Would you like to talk about it?" Flowers pulls up another chair a safe distance away from Church, and sits in it, after grabbing his coffee. He wasn't fond of the steaming beverage, but it was better than nothing.
Church gestures vaguely toward the cabinets on the opposite wall of the kitchen. "There's a lot more now than coffee, sir. And I really have no fucking clue where to start. We got a tank and a rookie who killed me, my ex showed up as a freelancer, got killed, a medic came and went apeshit on us, we got the reds to make us robots, we got blown up, went to the future, came back... pick a spot."
"Oh, I hadn't noticed... Sorry about that, Church." He glances at the cabinets, then stands and starts looking through them. "You don't have to call me sir, really. It's too formal." Flowers takes some who-knows-how-old tea bags and goes around the kitchen searching for a pot. "That sounds like a lot I've missed." The Captain looks at Church. "How do you feel about it all?"
"Hell, I don't know," mumbles Church. What's the use of getting fucked up over this? It's not like Church hasn't come back from the dead himself. "I try not to think about it for the most part. I fucked up a lot. You wouldn't believe me if I told you how much."
Flowers finds the pot, then starts brewing the tea. He didn't care how bad it tasted, it was better than that oily beaver sludge. "Well you know you have to face everything eventually." He sits down once again, studying Church's face carefully. It seems like forever since he's seen him. "Want some tea? I've brewed enough for both of us."
Church nods. "Sure... probably better than that Gatorade knockoff crap we've been chugging lately." He frowns a little, tapping his fingers on the table. He might as well... "Hey, Cap? You remember when we were first going over my file, and you said not to get attached to anyone? The whole big stink I made about that?"
He sits calmly, recalling the event in his mind. If Church did get attached... "Yes, I remember. What happened?" Flowers glanced at the pot, then looked back at Church, his own features remaining calm and mellow.
Church stares at the table with a scowl. "I've got egg on my face. Wait, scratch that." He chuckles, a little bitterly. "I've got a whole pair of chickens fucking on it. There's another point of interest," he mentions, changing the subject abruptly. "We seem to have recruited one of the reds to our side. He's a good guy, for the most part. He might have loyalty issues n the future, though, if that wasn't obvious enough."
"A red on our side? Did you make sure he got the same treatment as you and your other teammates? Treat him as your equal until the very end." Captain Flowers smiled behind his visor, even though he knew his private couldn't see it. "Is he nice?"
"Oh, yeah, he's a doll. You'd love him, actually. He gets the same any of us get. Whole lot of bionic, though. The sarge on the other side is pretty good at tinkering, apparently."
Flowers chuckles, getting up to serve the tea. "I can't wait to meet him." He takes two cups out of another cabinet after a bit of searching(because he doesn't need help finding things in his own base thank you), and pours the tea. "Ice?"
He nods, not really knowing where the ice was anyways. Or, if they had any at that. They did't back when he was around. Flowers puts a cup infront of Church, then sits back in his chair, sipping his own tea slowly. "How does it taste?"
"Jesus, Tucker, could you get any... son of a bitch! Cap? I thought you were dead!"
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"Well sorta, but it's a bit confusing to explain. How have you and Tucker been? Have you been getting along?"
He set his coffee down, walking over to Church. After looking him up and down, the captain patted Church's shoulder.
"Miss me?"
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Flowers pulls up another chair a safe distance away from Church, and sits in it, after grabbing his coffee. He wasn't fond of the steaming beverage, but it was better than nothing.
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"You don't have to call me sir, really. It's too formal."
Flowers takes some who-knows-how-old tea bags and goes around the kitchen searching for a pot.
"That sounds like a lot I've missed." The Captain looks at Church. "How do you feel about it all?"
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"Well you know you have to face everything eventually." He sits down once again, studying Church's face carefully. It seems like forever since he's seen him. "Want some tea? I've brewed enough for both of us."
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"Yes, I remember. What happened?"
Flowers glanced at the pot, then looked back at Church, his own features remaining calm and mellow.
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"Is he nice?"
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"Ice?"
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Flowers puts a cup infront of Church, then sits back in his chair, sipping his own tea slowly. "How does it taste?"
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