At the kitchen table, a few minutes till midnight of the new year, Flowers sat in a chair leaning back casually, reading a book. Sure he had to make up a grand old excuse to get command to drop off a naughty boy-love book, but it was worth it. They had dropped it off before he had died, but the captain went searching for it and found it eventually
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"...fuckin' holidays," he growled, putting a hand to his stomach as a range of queer emotion, thought and gurgly-belly-syndrome ran through him. "I... I need to get that TNAZ..."
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The man intrigued him... even if he did just about blow his base up. And he... sort of wanted to get to know him better.
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I guess people change after time, huh Sierra?
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"N-no... just, shit man, it ain't everyday you get kissed by your enemy... and all..." he cleared his throat, hunting the first area he had taped the explosive to. "And... errrhg... mynameislevin..." he rushed out his words, aching as he did so, as only so FEW knew his real name. He grumbles and rips the tape off the wall, dropping the brick of plastique into his knapsack.
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"So where's the next one?" Butch started to walk off to the next side of the base, hoping he was going in the right direction of the next one.
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"On... the lower... wall," he hissed out with a growl. He felt like running his head into the wall, or running off, but that HE was much more important to keep to himself at the time. "Near the brace structures."
Levin blinked. He could play this game too, he thought snidely, glancing at Flowers shadily.
[HE as in High Explosive, not he=him]
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"How many of these did you put on the walls?" Butch stood up, glancing at Sarge, and started to look for some more.
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...stop staring at his ass, dickhead. Okay, that was a little too literal. Stop thinking that! Jesus, why is he so... gayly perfect. Oh for fuck's sake...
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He glanced over at Sarge.
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..just how the hell am I supposed to approach this?
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Butch put the rest of them in the bag, touching Levin's hand lightly, but on purpose to test his reaction.
Damn it, I want to kiss him again. But he'll probably freak again.
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...aw, crap.
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"I don't really know what to say."
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