Sneaking Out [Closed]

[the_katals]

Characters: Kiros Seagill & Zechs Marquise [Closed]
Content: Deciding to try and sneak out from the medical ward after several days of non-stop boredom, Kiros ends up running into a officer who is just as grumpy as he is now.
Setting: Medical Ward [Victoria II]
Time: After the Victoria II arrived in Clairborne
Warnings: Kiros' snark is EPIC today

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[lighteningcount]

"You know... If Dr. Curtiss catches you, he just might have your hide." Zechs said casually from his bed. He was being a good little soldier and listening to the good Doctor. Because they're doctors for a reason. At least, that's what Zechs thought.

Besides, one of the lessons his father taught him... Respect those that obviously know more about a subject than you do.

[the_katals]

Slowly glancing over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the wake wounded soldier nearby, Kiros couldn’t help but pin a rather nasty glare on the blond, not remembering ever meeting anyone like him before until today. This soldier must have been one of the new recruits they picked up in Bellicus, yet another elitist snot-nosed brat…

“That is IF the old goat can catch me, damnit!” Kiros grumbled, cooling his heated glare for a moment as he tried to stand up straight. “Who are you? You are one of the new guys, aren’t you? The mechanic asked trying to be at least a tad less wicked as he honestly felt. Makes no sense making enemies just because your medication sucks…

“I’m Kiros, the mechanic here. You got hurt in the blast, right?”

[lighteningcount]

Zechs honestly looked bored. He lowered the book he had been reading and looked at the mechanic. His long hair was in a braid over his good shoulder, eyes half hidden by a pair of reading glasses.

"I doubt Dr. Curtiss is that old Mr. Seagill." he said casually, "I'm Commander Zechs Marquise."

[the_katals]

“Eh?” Kiros stared at the officer for a moment, wondering if this young officer here is the same fellow who he spoke with a few weeks ago, just before the Victoria II sailed off toward the Badlands. “The Lighting Count, right?” The mechanic said with a slight smile forming over his former frown.

“I guess you got more to worry about than just a silly shoulder issue…” He commented while wondering a bit about the rest of the tattered crew of the Victoria II. It seemed that many soldiers were harmed in the blasts.