Fred was about to nod off. After making angels in the snow with Edie, he had realized just how nice it felt to just lay there with cold all around him. Sure, he was left all wet afterward, but it was a small price to pay for taking off the heat.
Presently he was on his back with 2 feet of snow around him, still not tall enough to keep his bulk from peeking over the edge. An embarrassing thought, but at least he was alone...
Making his way toward the outer reaches of the camp, Victor approached what appeared to be some kind of crater in the snow - a crater with a large, dark lump sticking out of the top. He didn't remember having seen this when he'd been out here a month or so back. Curious, he edged closer, a wide grin spreading across his face as he realised just what, or rather who, was lying there.
Oh, this was just priceless.
Smirking, chuckling wickedly to himself, Victor strode over until he was standing over Fred, sneering down at where the fleshy man lay on his back.
"What's this? Didn't know Stryker was keepin' balls of goose fat in the freezer now."
The feral growled in response, not appreciating being belittled by a walking - okay, well, lying down - tub of lard. He scowled, the corner of his mouth twitching into an even nastier snarl.
"Fuck off, Pilsbury Dough-Boy. I ain't the one stuck on my ass out here like a goddamn bloated turtle."
Victor raised an eyebrow at Fred as the large man sat up, genuinely surprised that he was even able to lift himself up from the position he'd been lying in. He'd thought it physically impossible without a winch.
"Y'like it out here? Why's that? Is that 'cause your ass don't get wedged in the door-frames?" he hissed, an even nastier smile on his lips as another realisation hit him. "An' I think I just worked out what happened to that Pyro kid an' a couple of the others. Bet they ran outta food in the Mess Hall an' you fancied somethin' flame-grilled."
Fred glared up at Victor and proceeded to stand at his full height. His expression had the quality of a storm cloud.
"Nobody tells me nothin' 'round here, an' I ain't got no idea why so many people left. Just cause yer little honey took off, y'ain't got no call to get snippy with me."
That got Victor's blood boiling. The mere mention of Emma from this fat freak was enough to make him growl, his claws unsheathing themselves by half an inch as he stared down the larger man, and he revealed a glimpse of his wicked fangs.
"Don't you dare talk 'bout her!" he sneered, clearly riled by the remark, and not wanting to be reminded of the blonde telepath. At all.
Fred couldn't believe he actually got to this guy. Normally Victor brutal and witty approach got Fred's temper to a point where he was using his fists first instead of his wit. He held his hands up in defense.
"Fine, fine, you started it. Don'tcha think I got hurt when Rogue took off?"
"Don't tell me y'actually liked that little bitch."
Victor had never really got along with the young female. She'd always been a mystery to him, her connection to Ric never really clear, not to mention the fact that he'd clashed with her physically on more than one occasion. He was surprised, though, to hear that Fred seemed to have had some kind of a friendship with her.
Rogue disappearance had done more than hurt Fred and he realized he never should have mentioned her around Victor. The remark made let loose a wave of rage within Dukes. He looked aside, sighing as if in regret, but his hands were out seconds later, twisting one of Victor's arms behind him.
Presently he was on his back with 2 feet of snow around him, still not tall enough to keep his bulk from peeking over the edge. An embarrassing thought, but at least he was alone...
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Oh, this was just priceless.
Smirking, chuckling wickedly to himself, Victor strode over until he was standing over Fred, sneering down at where the fleshy man lay on his back.
"What's this? Didn't know Stryker was keepin' balls of goose fat in the freezer now."
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Perfect. Just freaking perfect.
Fred looked up at his visitor and glared. Normally he would have thrown a "fuck you" Victor's way, but... damn the snow felt good.
"That's what I need. A big walk-in freezer."
He looked up again.
"That's the best you could come up with? GOOSE fat?"
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"Fuck off, Pilsbury Dough-Boy. I ain't the one stuck on my ass out here like a goddamn bloated turtle."
((OOC: We both are, really...))
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Annoyed, Fred sat up in his little ditch of snow.
"I ain't stuck. I like it out here. I was relaxin' b'fore you showed up."
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"Y'like it out here? Why's that? Is that 'cause your ass don't get wedged in the door-frames?" he hissed, an even nastier smile on his lips as another realisation hit him. "An' I think I just worked out what happened to that Pyro kid an' a couple of the others. Bet they ran outta food in the Mess Hall an' you fancied somethin' flame-grilled."
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Fred glared up at Victor and proceeded to stand at his full height. His expression had the quality of a storm cloud.
"Nobody tells me nothin' 'round here, an' I ain't got no idea why so many people left. Just cause yer little honey took off, y'ain't got no call to get snippy with me."
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"Don't you dare talk 'bout her!" he sneered, clearly riled by the remark, and not wanting to be reminded of the blonde telepath. At all.
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"Fine, fine, you started it. Don'tcha think I got hurt when Rogue took off?"
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Victor had never really got along with the young female. She'd always been a mystery to him, her connection to Ric never really clear, not to mention the fact that he'd clashed with her physically on more than one occasion. He was surprised, though, to hear that Fred seemed to have had some kind of a friendship with her.
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"That weren't very nice."
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