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“Lieutenant Black! Lieutenant Black. Hey, Lieuten--”
“Jesus fuck WHAT?!” Andy spun around on his heel, fists pressed to his hips as he glared at Tad, who just smiled blithely back, rocking on his feet slightly with his hands folded behind his back.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” the young man asked, eyes sliding to the side as he checked to see if they were alone.
“A-fucking-pparently,” Andy drawled back, rolling his eyes when Tad blinked at him in confusion. “God, what.”
“Well. I mean. I wanted to see what you thought of this.” Tad stuck his arms straight out, showing off something shoebox sized and ridiculously fucking furry. “I mean, I really like how it turned out, but I wanted to see what somebody else thought so if it isn’t very good I can make a new one. Because I want it to be really ciller, you know?”
Andy just stared at it, glancing up at Tad’s earnest face for a second before he ran a hand through his hair, lifting an eyebrow in irritation and growing confusion. “What?”
Tad blinked slowly, a grin stretching across his face before he lifted the thing in his arms to wave it under the blond’s nose. “It’s a hat! It’s a present for Phillip but I don’t know if it’ll fit him, because I didn’t like. Have his head there when I made it.”
“……what?”
“Can you try it on real quick? I think your heads are about the same size, so if it fits you it’ll fit him and then I can give it to him for Christmas!” Tad lurched forward, trying to fit the thing on his head, and Andy ducked away, glaring and shoving the boy away.
“What the fuck no I’m not going to put that shit on my fucking head. And if you have so much fucking free time you could pick up another goddamn labor rotation, dumbass.” He scowled, rolling his eyes and starting back towards his tent to clean up and obsess over his fucking calendar again. Tad, however, didn’t get the goddamn hint and trotted alongside, barest hint of a frown pulling at his mouth.
“Are you sure? It’d only take a second, I promise.”
“Fuck NO. Go fucking ask Levin if you’re so fucking desperate.”
The boy stopped then, and Andy actually stopped too to glance over his shoulder. Tad grinned again, giving him a sloppy salute as he started off towards central camp. “That’s a good idea! Thanks, Lieutenant!”
“And if that bitch thinks she can give me a C just because I didn’t agree with her she’s in for a fucking shocker,” Andy drawled tiredly, staring across his room at the closet door and blinking against his pillow. From somewhere below him on the floor, Merrick made a faint noise of assent, sleeping back rustling.
Merrick yawned. “She’s a fucking idiot. Fucking book is about censorship, not television. God.”
“Exactly.” There was a lull, quiet except for the cars passing by outside, and Andy flipped over. “Though the principal doesn’t really fucking like us either so I don’t know who I should go bitch to about it.”
There was no response, and after a few moments Andy pushed himself up onto his elbows, peering over the edge of the bed. Snorting, he reached down and swatted the other boy’s shoulder. “Wake up, asshole.”
“Hn? Fuck you, it’s late,” the redhead mumbled back, swatting him back and squirming out of range.
Andy just rolled his eyes. “That’s fucking fine, but take off your glasses before you break them rolling over like a dumbass.”
Grunting, Merrick sat up, letting out a huff of breath and crawling a few feet on his knees to stop next to Andy’s bed, pulling his glasses off and widening his eyes as he reached for the nightstand. A foot away from his face, the blond blinked and suddenly felt a flush working up the back of his neck. Merrick, meanwhile, put down his glasses and snatched up the half-filled plastic cup, glancing sideways at the other boy. “You care?”
“Do I fucking ever?” It was definitely a fucking blush or something, spreading up and hot.
Merrick just lifted a half-amused, half-sleepy eyebrow at him and sat back on his heels to take a few gulps, going too fast and sending one fucking fascinating drop rolling down his chin and neck to soak into his shirt. Thunking the cup back onto the nightstand, he swiped his arm across his mouth and crawled back into his sleeping bag, balling up his pillow and dropping onto it. “’Night.”
“Night,” Andy mumbled back, giving the other boy one last look before frowning and burying his face into his pillow. Motherfuck.
“Jesus fuck WHAT?!” Andy spun around on his heel, fists pressed to his hips as he glared at Tad, who just smiled blithely back, rocking on his feet slightly with his hands folded behind his back.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” the young man asked, eyes sliding to the side as he checked to see if they were alone.
“A-fucking-pparently,” Andy drawled back, rolling his eyes when Tad blinked at him in confusion. “God, what.”
“Well. I mean. I wanted to see what you thought of this.” Tad stuck his arms straight out, showing off something shoebox sized and ridiculously fucking furry. “I mean, I really like how it turned out, but I wanted to see what somebody else thought so if it isn’t very good I can make a new one. Because I want it to be really ciller, you know?”
Andy just stared at it, glancing up at Tad’s earnest face for a second before he ran a hand through his hair, lifting an eyebrow in irritation and growing confusion. “What?”
Tad blinked slowly, a grin stretching across his face before he lifted the thing in his arms to wave it under the blond’s nose. “It’s a hat! It’s a present for Phillip but I don’t know if it’ll fit him, because I didn’t like. Have his head there when I made it.”
“……what?”
“Can you try it on real quick? I think your heads are about the same size, so if it fits you it’ll fit him and then I can give it to him for Christmas!” Tad lurched forward, trying to fit the thing on his head, and Andy ducked away, glaring and shoving the boy away.
“What the fuck no I’m not going to put that shit on my fucking head. And if you have so much fucking free time you could pick up another goddamn labor rotation, dumbass.” He scowled, rolling his eyes and starting back towards his tent to clean up and obsess over his fucking calendar again. Tad, however, didn’t get the goddamn hint and trotted alongside, barest hint of a frown pulling at his mouth.
“Are you sure? It’d only take a second, I promise.”
“Fuck NO. Go fucking ask Levin if you’re so fucking desperate.”
The boy stopped then, and Andy actually stopped too to glance over his shoulder. Tad grinned again, giving him a sloppy salute as he started off towards central camp. “That’s a good idea! Thanks, Lieutenant!”
“And if that bitch thinks she can give me a C just because I didn’t agree with her she’s in for a fucking shocker,” Andy drawled tiredly, staring across his room at the closet door and blinking against his pillow. From somewhere below him on the floor, Merrick made a faint noise of assent, sleeping back rustling.
Merrick yawned. “She’s a fucking idiot. Fucking book is about censorship, not television. God.”
“Exactly.” There was a lull, quiet except for the cars passing by outside, and Andy flipped over. “Though the principal doesn’t really fucking like us either so I don’t know who I should go bitch to about it.”
There was no response, and after a few moments Andy pushed himself up onto his elbows, peering over the edge of the bed. Snorting, he reached down and swatted the other boy’s shoulder. “Wake up, asshole.”
“Hn? Fuck you, it’s late,” the redhead mumbled back, swatting him back and squirming out of range.
Andy just rolled his eyes. “That’s fucking fine, but take off your glasses before you break them rolling over like a dumbass.”
Grunting, Merrick sat up, letting out a huff of breath and crawling a few feet on his knees to stop next to Andy’s bed, pulling his glasses off and widening his eyes as he reached for the nightstand. A foot away from his face, the blond blinked and suddenly felt a flush working up the back of his neck. Merrick, meanwhile, put down his glasses and snatched up the half-filled plastic cup, glancing sideways at the other boy. “You care?”
“Do I fucking ever?” It was definitely a fucking blush or something, spreading up and hot.
Merrick just lifted a half-amused, half-sleepy eyebrow at him and sat back on his heels to take a few gulps, going too fast and sending one fucking fascinating drop rolling down his chin and neck to soak into his shirt. Thunking the cup back onto the nightstand, he swiped his arm across his mouth and crawled back into his sleeping bag, balling up his pillow and dropping onto it. “’Night.”
“Night,” Andy mumbled back, giving the other boy one last look before frowning and burying his face into his pillow. Motherfuck.