timed to the 16th

[guinea_trap]

Bill's out, not headin' anywhere particular, just tryin' to get away from a place that's supposed to make him feel more like home, but just ain't right now. He don't even wanna think about the way people're actin' and the way he ain't got his family. And fuck, he really misses his ma

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[frakkup]

"You enjoying the view?" Kara grunted after a while, pausing just long enough to wipe an arm over her forehead. In all honesty, she hoped he was. She'd come out here to vent in private, but now that she'd wound down some it was nice to have an audience. Or would be, if Bill was suitably appreciative.

[guinea_trap]

"Honey, any view you're involved in, I'll enjoy," Bill says with a fair amount of surety and swagger. He pushes his shoulders off the tree and walks over to her and the bag. "How the hell'd you learn to hit like that?"

[frakkup]

"How do you think?" Kara asked, but still, the attention was nice, and she decided to elaborate. "I was shut up on a ship with almost three thousand people. Kinda tense, right?" Kara took a long drink of water. "I guess our superiors thought it'd be best if we punched each others' faces with the gloves on."

[guinea_trap]

"Yeah, sounds kinda like army camp," Bill says, a fondness playing at the corners of his mouth and eyes.

"You got a second pair of gloves?" he asks, which also means, can I?