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fingertips   press   together ,   steepled ,   pointers   rest   against   curling   lips .   honey   eyes   flash   over ,   mischievous   &   biting                all   in   jest ,   of   course .             ❛      noooo ,      ❜             he   drawls ,   hands   dropping   away   as   his   head   tilts   in   exaggerated   innocence .   there’s   mockery   on   his   tongue ,             ❛      wherever   did   you   get   that   idea ?      ❜

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★ COMFORT STARTERS // ACCEPTING

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★— A STERN EXPRESSION glossed over his already harsh features - perhaps it was that extra hardened pinch in his brow that made him look FAR more angrier than he was, or maybe it was the light, either way - it was hard to accept such consolation even if it was from a friend who had indeed been through rough times.

That was his mentality at most times; there were always folks who had it worse, or it could’ve been worse. But at the moment his annoyance seemed to supercede his better judgement.

His azures fell from the man he was talking to, toward his tattered uniform; his modesty covered by a makeshift rag he had fashioned from the remains of his star spangled attire, which had been utterly obliterated. That wasn’t an overstatement either - what he had left could be compared to that of a local of the savage lands; a loin cloth made of tatters.

Soft starters (Still accepting!) 

Night is just a dreaded time. It always has been when you’re an insomniac.

Rosie lie awake as she did every night, exhausted by work and yet sleep eludes her time and time again. Her eyes drawn to the ceiling, restlessly rolling about for something to fixate on. Not even the soft melody of viny’ll records soothed her. Not the gentle breathing of the two dogs curled up in the bed with her.. Not the rhythmic whir of the blowing Ac.    Nothing worked.

 Nothing stopped her mind from racing with the projects and work that still had to be done. Cases unsolved, guilt lurking in her sub-conscience, and the dread of what awaited in the land of nightmares all deterred her further.  You need to sleep.. You’ll get worse.    Just go to sleep.        Go to sleep. Go to sleep.. Come on, Go to sleep.  Just count the sheep.     One, Two, Three..Four..

 “ This is so stupid..” Annoyed, she whispered harshly to herself, and with a huff she turned again in her sheets for the 10th time in the last few hours. The dogs grumble with her motion, the smaller shepard giving a small whine while adjusting himself closer once again. The  digital clock read 2:00am inglaring red numbers on the nightstand, and reading that ripples an exhausted sigh from her lips.A few more hours and its time for work… Great.. 

Why cant she just get some sleep? All her paperwork was done for the night. There was nothing left to do.. The city streets are just too dangerous to walk at night (as the paranoid mind reasoned),all she wanted was for something to help her down..     Then there came the vibrating rumble of her phone on the table.

 “Wah?”  The sound stirred the two dogs as it angrily buzzed on the wooden top, Sergeant quickly raising his groggy head as Rosie scooped up her phone and lit up the screen. The light stung her eyes, blinding enough to make her hiss, but it was no worse than the crusty feeling of heavy eyelids as sjhe struggled to read the name of the caller.     Blink, once.. Twice..      Rub your eyes. 

             ‘  CORPORAL FLASH T. -  G.I. JOE ‘

Flash? What could he need?

The heaviness of sleep is quickly pushed aside of Rosie sat herself up in bed, Irking the dogs enough for the last time that they went so far as to bury their heads under the pillows. Rosie muttered a quick apology before fishing around in the drawer for earbuds, hoping the call would not come to an end before then. She managed to yank them out, and only half untagled them before she answered the call and quickly stuck the bud into her perked ears. Concern etched across her face as she focused on the voice on the other side, and tried to hide any remnant of her previous attempt of sleep.

 “ Flash? Hey.. Hey, wha’cha doin up so late? ” The sound of her friend made her smile.. the thought of a distraction was perfect. Having human company.. maybe thats what she needed. A hand lazily rubbed at her eyes to get the crust out of them,

“ Alseep? No, No, I uh.. I just finsihed some paperwork.Whats up? Ya need me to come over? ”

And she would – He need only ask.