Team Flare Captain

“i’ll do it.”

“please just don’t.”

“i hate you.”

“i love you.”

“you love me?”

“please stop it.”

“i can’t breathe.”

“just go away.”

“you’re an ass.”

“you’re a bitch.”

“don’t leave me!”

“don’t walk away.”

“stay with me.”

“i’m begging you…”

“for fucks sake…”

“clean this up!”

“please kiss me.”

“get off me!”

“you are despicable.”

“are you okay!?”

“don’t do this.”

“please shut up.”

“are you drunk?”

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   He huffed, aching for a cigarette, and rubbed the stress away from his face. Pressing past, he walks away, shuffling through his pockets for a lighter, irritated and tired. He glances back, a final knife edge of a General’s ire, icechip eyes glinting coldly.

   “When you are finished with the medic, sign yourself up for two hours of cleaning, and dedicate another hour to remind the your fellows of the medics. After that, take two shifts off to recover.” finality rings in his voice, glancing away towards the end. “Understand?”