Something told him that fast-penta on Wash would go over as well as a cat being thrust into a sprinkler stream. He tried to imagine that uproar, but--
Wow. Fuck, wow. She looked pretty like that, her hair in her face, all pulled up and thinking and-- He flushed a little and tried not to focus on it because he came here to be pissed off, not whatever this was. She was getting him out of that groove, and while that was probably a good thing (as definitely a good thing), it was unexpected. Being mad at Carolina was a lot like being mad at Church: exhausting and annoying. But being around Sonia was none of those things.
What the hell?
"Yeah." And for a legitimate second, he didn't know what they were talking about, completely tuned out. He shook his head and yeah. Society and technology advances and blah blah blah Simmons shit. "But talk to me when you have T.V.s, okay? Or, you know, fucking lights."
So, yeah. There were some creature comforts from home that he missed, but sitting in a tent with however many other people (and some enemies) wasn't exactly winning points. And hey, it wasn't her fault, so he just leaned into her and closed his eyes. He could sleep here, he realized; it was better than his quarters. Quieter. About as warm with a lot better company
"No female soldiers? That's bullshit." He shrugged one shoulder, opening his eyes half-mast as he shivered. "The scariest person I ever met was a woman. Crazy bitch. God, Church loved her for some reason, but...she wasn't all bad when she wasn't kicking our asses. It was like she was on every chick's period in a two-hundred mile radius, all concentrated and at once, twenty-four-seven." She almost killed his kid, too, and--
"...she wasn't all bad, though. Like, she was hot and stuff. And she made Church miserable so that was fun to watch."
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Wow. Fuck, wow. She looked pretty like that, her hair in her face, all pulled up and thinking and-- He flushed a little and tried not to focus on it because he came here to be pissed off, not whatever this was. She was getting him out of that groove, and while that was probably a good thing (as definitely a good thing), it was unexpected. Being mad at Carolina was a lot like being mad at Church: exhausting and annoying. But being around Sonia was none of those things.
What the hell?
"Yeah." And for a legitimate second, he didn't know what they were talking about, completely tuned out. He shook his head and yeah. Society and technology advances and blah blah blah Simmons shit. "But talk to me when you have T.V.s, okay? Or, you know, fucking lights."
So, yeah. There were some creature comforts from home that he missed, but sitting in a tent with however many other people (and some enemies) wasn't exactly winning points. And hey, it wasn't her fault, so he just leaned into her and closed his eyes. He could sleep here, he realized; it was better than his quarters. Quieter. About as warm with a lot better company
"No female soldiers? That's bullshit." He shrugged one shoulder, opening his eyes half-mast as he shivered. "The scariest person I ever met was a woman. Crazy bitch. God, Church loved her for some reason, but...she wasn't all bad when she wasn't kicking our asses. It was like she was on every chick's period in a two-hundred mile radius, all concentrated and at once, twenty-four-seven." She almost killed his kid, too, and--
"...she wasn't all bad, though. Like, she was hot and stuff. And she made Church miserable so that was fun to watch."
God, he missed Blood Gulch.