Whot 'bout dem apples a day?

thatcanadiansoldier:

I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU REPRESENT ARGH!! *Rolls across the floor in frustration.*

[…I represent many things though ]

thatcanadiansoldier:

thesoldiermolester:

thatcanadiansoldier:

thesoldiermolester:

[DEVIN NO

MY OMELLETE

MINE]

GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING OMELETTE NOW!!

[no~.]

*Grits his teeth and growls at him.* NOW! NOW NOW NOW!!

[….Nope]

[I already ate it, Debin! 8’) ]

thatcanadiansoldier:

thesoldiermolester:

[DEVIN NO

MY OMELLETE

MINE]

GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING OMELETTE NOW!!

[no~.]

[DEVIN NO

MY OMELLETE

MINE]

[I made an omelette for the second time.

I can never get the presentation down (B but damn this is tasty…

oh my god there’s a gallon of apple juice in my fridge………………..

]

huntsmandale:

thesoldiermolester:

huntsmandale:

Aah, I don’t believe I do… We can get some though. The Base might have some but if not then a stop through town can’t hurt.

… *scritchscratch.*

+squirms and wiggles with delight, snickering while doing so+

AWESOME! Den why are we jus’ layin’ about Bucky-boo? COME ON! Dem lazy bones need work man!

Alright!

*He hooks her legs under his arms, not that he needs to because her grip is tight, and he hoists her up.*

To France! Off we go!

*Cue the horse race music.*

FUCK YEH, MOTH’UH FUCKER! +shoots her arms up, hollering loudly+

DIS GON’ BE DA BEST DAY EV’UH!

huntsmandale:

thesoldiermolester:

huntsmandale:

… 8Y

*Chin hands.*

Well, I got some food back in my camper. We could sit a spell there if yeh like…

*Maybe he is enjoying the attention. A little. Just a bit. Tiiiiinylittleittybittybit.*

+softly, she makes little ‘pop’ sounds with her lips+

mmmmmmmmmmm…… OKAY! Sounds like a plan, den… Y’got any apples doh, Bucka-boo?

Aah, I don’t believe I do… We can get some though. The Base might have some but if not then a stop through town can’t hurt.

… *scritchscratch.*

+squirms and wiggles with delight, snickering while doing so+

AWESOME! Den why are we jus’ layin’ about Bucky-boo? COME ON! Dem lazy bones need work man!

huntsmandale:

… 8Y

*Chin hands.*

Well, I got some food back in my camper. We could sit a spell there if yeh like…

*Maybe he is enjoying the attention. A little. Just a bit. Tiiiiinylittleittybittybit.*

+softly, she makes little ‘pop’ sounds with her lips+

mmmmmmmmmmm…… OKAY! Sounds like a plan, den… Y’got any apples doh, Bucka-boo?

huntsmandale:

thesoldiermolester:

huntsmandale:

thesoldiermolester replied to your post: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALE *jumps on his back*

*nuzzle nuzzle purr* u//w//u) … Hi Dale.

*He pulls his hands under his chest and pushes.*

Mmh- Puh! Gah… Nothing like dirt for breakfast with a side of weeds. Hey there, Kooks.

*He tries to worm his legs under himself too without throwing her off. All events aside, he is genuinely happy to see her. A scratch behind the ear with a smile is proof.*

+she lets out the highest little squeal, then happily purrs, latching to his back as natural instinct as her ear was scratched+ Hnnn- but isn’ dirt good f’r a man? er was dat nailssssssnnn- 

+nuzzling his hand, eyes closed and smile wide, she wraps her legs around the Sniper, getting a better hold on him+ How’ve y’been, Bucka-boo?

*His chuckle might have a hint of nervousness to it.*

Ah, think it was nails. Puh… *Wipewipewipe.* Here, you had anything to eat this morning? I was just headed to the Mess Hall. You can eat with RED today if’n yeh like.

*A pet or two, and he stops. The clinging is nice but he’s gotta move.*

Mm? I guess so… Haven’ eat’n since God knows when ‘n all… Holy shi’! Now dat I think of et when was da last time I ate?!

+a bit of scooting up, Kooky rests her chin onto of the Snipers head. Didn’t seem she was going to move at anytime soon, really, but none the less, she stops her blabbering mouth and pauses to think, licking her teeth in the process+

huntsmandale:

thesoldiermolester replied to your post: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALE *jumps on his back*

*nuzzle nuzzle purr* u//w//u) … Hi Dale.

*He pulls his hands under his chest and pushes.*

Mmh- Puh! Gah… Nothing like dirt for breakfast with a side of weeds. Hey there, Kooks.

*He tries to worm his legs under himself too without throwing her off. All events aside, he is genuinely happy to see her. A scratch behind the ear with a smile is proof.*

+she lets out the highest little squeal, then happily purrs, latching to his back as natural instinct as her ear was scratched+ Hnnn- but isn’ dirt good f’r a man? er was dat nailssssssnnn- 

+nuzzling his hand, eyes closed and smile wide, she wraps her legs around the Sniper, getting a better hold on him+ How’ve y’been, Bucka-boo?