Caboose wondered around Red Base looking primarily for Sarge, but also for Grif and Donut; he'd gotten sidetracked with the gingerbread delivery, but there was still time.
Grif made his way down the hall, having just returned from the showers. He brushed back his wet hair out of his eyes, spotting Caboose wandering around. He glanced down at the only scrap of clothing he wore...a towel wrapped around his waist. He rolled his eyes and groaned, wondering how the hell he got himself into these situations...
"Dexter! You have neat tattoo type things. I made you a gift, wait here."
After a second he remembered where he'd put it and jogged back to the kitchen. Once he retrieved the tray he jogged back as fast as he could without damaging the gingerbread, and Grif hadn't moved.
Grif smirked, and looked down at his tattoos. He had almost forgot they were there...they really didn't look as cool with the skin graphs and all.
"Uhh..Thanks...?" He trailed off as he watched Caboose disappear, and return moments later with a gingerbread red base. He raised an eyebrow and looked it over. It was kinda...cute.
"Thanks. I'll be sure to show this to Donut as soon as I see him."
"You're welcome, when you and Donut eat the roof there's even a little Red flag in the middle. Just don't eat too much of it; since I'm helping you get back into shape and everything it would kinda be bad if you ate lots."
Caboose pointed next to the red base at the two gingerbread Spartans; one blue, one red, and both with dollops of caramelized sugar to form the visors.
“Those are for Sarge. They’re me and Sarge.”
"Simmons wanted me to tell you that he misses you and Donut."
Leaves walked down the hall, intent on finding Sarge and asking about the complete lack of battles that have been going on lately, when he spied it. A blue. Standing next to Grif. With a.... gingerbread house? Somehow, that all didn't add up, but a blue was a blue.
He pulled out his favorite rifle, and sneered. "It's ouch time bitch!" he shrieked as he charged, firing off shots all the way.
Caboose was confused, this person who looked like Sarge but was the wrong height. And the voice was wrong. That lead Caboose to realise that there was an imposter in the base.
He shoved the Tray into Grif's hands and crouch leapt towards the wall, kicking off it to Tackle the fake sarge with the gun to the ground. His shield had taken a few hits but he was fine, his memory of O'Malley was yelling at him to snap the Red's neck. But Caboose wasn't going to do that, he needed to find out where Sarge was. Because if this one had stolen his armor that meant Sarge was likely tied up somewhere.
"What the fuck?!" Leaves yelped, glaring at the blue on his chest. "I haven't done a damn thing to the Sarge! In fact, I was looking for him when you showed up! And there's no way in Hell I'm letting a blue bitch like you in MY base! Now get the hell off me!"
He shoved at the blue, and growled when he was unable to move the Blue at all.
"I'm a heavy worlder, I don't think you can move me. Do I know you fake-sarge?"
Caboose pried the gun out of Leaves' grasp, a pretty good grip actually, and flung it away. Towards Grif. He turned his head slowly to check, and luckily it had missed Grif, but just barely.
"Sorry Grif!"
Turning back to the mean red under him he tried to think about where he could know it from.
"I do know you. You called me the AntiFlag. I like Flags I'm.... Pro thats the word right? I'm ProFlag."
Leaves tensed at first, then slowly began to relax and let Caboose take charge. He liked the way his hand cupped his skull, and the feeling of tongue against his lips was... nice. It was the only way he could think to describe it. He felt calm and relaxed; the fact that he was kissing a blue didn't even occur to him.
Then Caboose's tongue slid into his mouth and he gasped. That wasn't just nice, that was wonderful. He leaned into the kiss, and pressed his tongue about caboose's every time they touched.
He panted as Caboose pulled away, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted.
[how about I just transfer our convo into here, mates?]sgt_goodbutterDecember 27 2005, 16:09:48 UTC
Having smelled the peculiar smell of gingerbread on the air, hearing gunshots and screaming, Sarge had thought World War Twelve had broken out at his base, and had prepared for such. Passing up a nearly-naked Grif on the way and wondering why he was eating what looked to be the roof of a gingerbread base, the red-armored non-com burst into the kitchen. Of course, he looked quite silly pointing his shotgun at two unsuspecting (and kissing) individuals.
"ALRIGHT YOU YELLOW-...bellied... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING!?"
Re: [how about I just transfer our convo into here, mates?]thebluerookieDecember 27 2005, 16:13:57 UTC
Caboose slid back and turned to look at Sarge.
"Leaves is a new friend, and he'd never been kissed before; and since I'm okay at it I thought I would do it so he'd have a good first kiss with a friend."
Re: [how about I just transfer our convo into here, mates?]pvt_f_donutDecember 27 2005, 18:14:58 UTC
Donut wandered back in from his long walk. "Hey everyone--what the...Caboose?! What the HELL are you doing with the rookie?!" Felt kinda funny calling someone else that. But oh well. That wasn't cool. He put his hands on his hips and shook his head.
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"Oh..Uhhh...Hey Caboose."
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After a second he remembered where he'd put it and jogged back to the kitchen. Once he retrieved the tray he jogged back as fast as he could without damaging the gingerbread, and Grif hadn't moved.
"I made you and Donut a gingerbread red-base."
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"Uhh..Thanks...?" He trailed off as he watched Caboose disappear, and return moments later with a gingerbread red base. He raised an eyebrow and looked it over. It was kinda...cute.
"Thanks. I'll be sure to show this to Donut as soon as I see him."
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Caboose pointed next to the red base at the two gingerbread Spartans; one blue, one red, and both with dollops of caramelized sugar to form the visors.
“Those are for Sarge. They’re me and Sarge.”
"Simmons wanted me to tell you that he misses you and Donut."
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He pulled out his favorite rifle, and sneered. "It's ouch time bitch!" he shrieked as he charged, firing off shots all the way.
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He shoved the Tray into Grif's hands and crouch leapt towards the wall, kicking off it to Tackle the fake sarge with the gun to the ground. His shield had taken a few hits but he was fine, his memory of O'Malley was yelling at him to snap the Red's neck. But Caboose wasn't going to do that, he needed to find out where Sarge was. Because if this one had stolen his armor that meant Sarge was likely tied up somewhere.
"What have you done with SARGE?!"
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He shoved at the blue, and growled when he was unable to move the Blue at all.
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Caboose pried the gun out of Leaves' grasp, a pretty good grip actually, and flung it away. Towards Grif. He turned his head slowly to check, and luckily it had missed Grif, but just barely.
"Sorry Grif!"
Turning back to the mean red under him he tried to think about where he could know it from.
"I do know you. You called me the AntiFlag. I like Flags I'm.... Pro thats the word right? I'm ProFlag."
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Then Caboose's tongue slid into his mouth and he gasped. That wasn't just nice, that was wonderful. He leaned into the kiss, and pressed his tongue about caboose's every time they touched.
He panted as Caboose pulled away, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted.
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"ALRIGHT YOU YELLOW-...bellied... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING!?"
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"Leaves is a new friend, and he'd never been kissed before; and since I'm okay at it I thought I would do it so he'd have a good first kiss with a friend."
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