yes i did notice the implosion. moving along.
the six strange things about me meme1. I can't stand to have anything drawn on my skin. ive never used my hands as notepads, drawn smiley faces or whatever. when im writing feverishly and getting ink on them, i have to wash it off. it annoys me. a lot
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hawkeye/flagg first kiss
“I’m telling you it wasn’t me!”
“Pierce, I know you like to think you’re a ladies man and all that whoopty doo but I’ve seen you and McIntyre and as much as I like to get blind I hate to say I’m not blind.”
“It was dark, Henry. Pitch black! How could he tell who it was?”
“Well, Colonel Flagg is very … um … good at what he does, disappearing into the air and all of that, and if he says that you … that you accosted him as he says you did then, I, well, there could be truth in that.”
“You’d believe Flagg?”
“When he’s pointing his gun at me that way, yes, I think I could maybe-”
“ENOUGH.” Flagg’s hand is shaking and his face is red, choked up with anger. “There’s only one way to prove that Pierce took advantage of my masculine wiles and that is to show you.”
“Show him h-”
Flagg pulled Hawkeye into him so fast that their faces smacked together, heads butting, and as Hawkeye took the opportunity to complain, “Aaah!” Flagg found his lips and pushed so hard they scraped like a razor.
When he pulled away with a loud SMACK, Flagg licked his lips theatrically. “Hmm. It seems that whoever assaulted me had every intention of throwing me off their scent.”
“You mean taste?” Hawkeye quipped, stretching his jaw, wondering if maybe Flagg broke it.
“I must find the real culprit before he escapes my clutches,” Flagg said, making a fist. He turned to Henry. “You will remain silent on the matter until I have made my final deductions.”
“Ah of course, Colonel, sir, I-” Flagg disappeared in a flurry, leaving a completely perplexed Henry and a now-abused Hawkeye in his wake. “Pierce, on the off chance this isn’t a dream and I’m not going to wake up with a nurse wrapped around me - what the hell is going on here?”
Hawkeye grinned. “It was Trapper.”
“Why?”
“Well, now that Flagg’s off searching for a man that kissed him, he won’t be interested in the men shipping out a POW he wants to kill.”
Henry sighed as Hawkeye left the office, whistling. It would have been easier if they’d given Flagg a sedative, knocked him out for a spell.
Then again, those two had always been a little bit fruity.
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