A Web Serial by M.C.A. Hogarth
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12. Conversations
Scythe and Fang.
"If you ever ****ing do that again, I will personally pack you up and ship you to the ****ing front. Without a ride. Do you understand me?"
"So the ****ing mom wades into a pack of crabs and she gets off, but I actually do my ****ing job and I get **** for it?"
"Unlike the ****ing mom, Fang, you should know the **** better. Am I going to have to tell you this again?"
"No, Sergeant."
"Good. Because like it or ****ing not, you're part of Team Kitty, and if you don't start acting like it I will use that ****ing kimono you brought back from Dragon Team to wipe my ***, understood?"
"Yes, Sergeant."
"Get out of here and get some ****ing sleep."
Sickbay. Whiskers is on one of the beds with his arm immobilized. Spots pulls up a stool next to him.
"I brought you your peanut butter bar."
"What?"
"Your peanut butter bar. Hairball was going to eat it but I told him that he can eat your food while you're on fluids but eating your candy is just rotten."
"I don't think the vampires want me eating on an IV."
"Oh, absolutely not." She leans forward and whispers. "When I was in the hospital my husband snuck in part of a breaded steak for me. It was cold and tough from the trip but it was the best thing I'd ever tasted. Totally worth it." When he doesn't move to take it she sets it on the stand next to him.
"Weren't you and Claws supposed to be out on patrol?"
"We were... there were so many crabs out there we had to change out guns for flamethrowers and wait for engineering support. They started laying down grid flooring on the corridor so they couldn't break through that way again."
"Flamethrowers, huh? First time you use one?"
"Yes."
"What'd you think?"
Spots stares at nothing for a moment. Then: "It was... awing."
He grins.
"You get better soon."
"Working on it."
Spots leaves. Whiskers drums his fingers on his blanketed chest. Then he snags the bar with his good arm and tears the wrapper with his teeth. Moments later he is chewing.
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