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It was between those hours of light and dark, when the working class would be hitting the off button on their alarm clocks and start getting ready for the day. Leaves, unless in the middle of a late-night/early-morning battle, was usually asleep at this time.
He wasn't. And it was all thanks to a certain Blue captain.
Who would've thought a simple midnight stroll woul turn into tea and crumpets with the leader of the blue army here in Blood Gulch? It had seemed so harmless at the time, but now... now he was lying in bed, thinking about the encounter, and all the directions it could have gone, some of which were highly inappropriate for a red to be thinking about a blue.
He threw the top blanket over his head and growled. It seemed he would have a headache to rival Sarge's now.
Goddamn blue.
He wasn't. And it was all thanks to a certain Blue captain.
Who would've thought a simple midnight stroll woul turn into tea and crumpets with the leader of the blue army here in Blood Gulch? It had seemed so harmless at the time, but now... now he was lying in bed, thinking about the encounter, and all the directions it could have gone, some of which were highly inappropriate for a red to be thinking about a blue.
He threw the top blanket over his head and growled. It seemed he would have a headache to rival Sarge's now.
Goddamn blue.