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Oh dear, well it turns out that’s the case. So I’d suggest you either get use to it or try to find another job

I suggest you not suggest me what to do. You think I can’t handle your human meat sandwich? Cos I totally can. It just won’t be pleasant. For anyone.

And you were brought here against your will? 

Hah. No. Don’t you know I never do things against my will? I was, however, lied to about the fact I would have to deal with other people in such close proximity for days on end.

“What - what does that even mean?”

He gave a heavy sigh. “If you knew my type you would’ve known that, so never mind.”

I’d suggest you get use to it because we can be on the train for a lot longer then two hours 

So I’m told. What is wrong with all you all? Don’t you have better things to do with your time than sandwich together? Do you know this before you join? Is this something you agree to?

“I’ve learned over the years, my eye is honed. I already know you’re type.”

He let out a laugh, not restraining it. “You know my type or you know my type?”

“Not the army, but I’m pretty sure you’re gonna be causing problems for me.” 

“And what makes you say that?” There was a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

“You’re home? Awh, not a recruit.”

“You make it sound like I just signed up for the army or something.”

“What? What’s with that? It’s not a stay-- I’m home, put a billing address on it, you’re stuck with me and what I might possibly do to cope being stuck in a train for a few days.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask.”

“Come, think the answer is going to bite you? Smart, I guess. It very well could.”