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Oh you still have the sweets I gave you a little while ago, huh?

#I'm tired of this. I desire free time.#To sit on my ass.

Sorry lad, even with the week half over, there doesn't look to be any slowing down soon.

Not about the cheap store but you got new boots, were they comfortable?

Looking up at his computer screen, he snorted before laughing a bit, remembering when his desktop looked rather similar. “Mmm… gotta organoize awl this, then,” Michael said, scratching at his curly mop of hair as he thought of how to make it look nicer, and perhaps a bit easier to maneuver in. “L-let’s eat first, th-though…” he said, going to take a bite but pausing before it reached his mouth. “Mmm… thanks… fer th’ s-sweets… Yer… awlways r-real noice t-ta me,” he mumbled, looking away. 

Not used to seeing the other’s space so clean, he was slightly impressed the other bothered to clean just for him… Well, maybe it’d just gotten too messy for him recently. Michael did that often, himself, after all. Walking to sit down at the desk, the marksman set his food down before turning to look at Trav again. “Y-yeah? Yeh l-loike th’… p-picture yeh took, o’ course… Oi loiked it t-too… made me l-look awlroight,” he mumbled shyly, having just been glad the bigger man had thought to take his photo like that. “Le’s eat, eh?” he said, before starting to eat his dinner. 

"Anyway, 'eard that your day 'adn't been all that pleasant...an' ye asked for chocolates earlier in the week, 'got a few kinds for ye.", Travis leaned over a bit to open one of the drawers of the desk, a few assorted boxes of candies, not just chocolate, were set on some folders inside. It'd taken a few moments but now that the computer was on, he fiddled about with signing in while the smaller man took a look at the sweet gifts. His wallpaper was one of the defaults and the arrangement of the icons was chaotic but he didn't seem totally clueless about the machine.

"Oi’ll. eh… Oi’ll h-have pork," Mickey said, not one to adhere to a kosher diet out of fear, worried people would find out and adamantly dislike that he was Jewish. "An’ mash p-potatuhs, ‘course… does anyone n-not loike them, Oi w-wonder?” he said, serving himself some of each and nodding at Travis’ suggestion. “S-sure, mate… Don’t m-moind none, gonna end up th-there, anyways, roight?” he said, going to get a soda from the fridge, needing something fizzy in him. Luckily, there was a bottle of cola in there, which he snagged without a second thought. 

After opening the door for Mick, the darker man stepped inside behind him and pointed at the chairs that faced a desk in the corner. Usually that space had a plethora of scrap metals and trashed scribbles he put his ideas down on to, but with company over, the small space was actually somewhat inviting. "Saw that you put up that picture, recently too. Dunno if I'd have the nerve to do the same, heh.", He commented as he started to turn on the somewhat bulky pc and eat his food.

Travis took this of me… 

"Oyyea, how are y-yeh, Trav?" he questioned the other, approaching and gently play punching his gut in greeting. "R-ready ta eat? Oi’m starved, b-been too busy work-kin’ ta do much m-more than snack," Mickey went on to say, looking apologetic as he realized he’d probably left him waiting. "S-sorry. Busy, yeh know… C-cleanin’, workin’… ugh…" he said, groaning at the last part. "W-wot yeh wanna eat, m-mate?" he asked next, heading in to see what they had in the way of food.

Heh, I’d be willing to share my booze, but not in BLU base, and not when I’m working as well. It’s technically legal to hang out with the enemy off base, isn’t it? Technically. 

Anyway, we'll work out something after you've been settled in a while.

I’m having a beer and reorganizing my tools, before getting back to fucking with bombs, you know. Just fiddling, trying to… be prepared, for the next match. It’ll be my debut out here, at least. Been doing this work for ages, though. 

I don't have to bother to much with it, I'm not in one part of the base to long at a time but. Still, it's a chore. Sort of a shame we're on opposing sides, though, I'd much rather be having a drink or working. o-/

Maybe, if I have time. I’ll get some. Snacks to bring over… yeah? Girl Scout cookies, maybe. Keep buyin em from the local troop… I. I love Samoas. I know. You like Thin Mints… 

Sounds great, though, thanks lad. Good stuff, I've not had any in ages.

Heheh, well. Enemy Demo, huh? Name’s Lochlan, all the same. I’m sure we’ll have loads of fun killing each other. Nice to meet you, how are things at RED?

What about you?

Good mates… Yeah. I. I like that. If you. Wanna try that, sometime. I won’t stop you. Sorry I’m so… me. 

Heh, you're still going to come by my bunk this evening, aren't you? Let's just see how things go!