Sergeant. Fuckin'. Sergeant, okay. Serial number 32557038. Soldier's not talkin' to me right now.
[It comes out muffled by hands, flesh and metal, before he can let his fucking brain trip him up again. He shudders, suppressing the irrational and ridiculous urge to get up and hide behind the couch. The plates in his arm ripple and grate on each other with mental discomfort made noisily physical.
Right on that fun little confession's heels is the slightly more normal plead:]
Please don't ruin the coffee just for me. That's gonna be the only good thing about today.
no subject
[It comes out muffled by hands, flesh and metal, before he can let his fucking brain trip him up again. He shudders, suppressing the irrational and ridiculous urge to get up and hide behind the couch. The plates in his arm ripple and grate on each other with mental discomfort made noisily physical.
Right on that fun little confession's heels is the slightly more normal plead:]
Please don't ruin the coffee just for me. That's gonna be the only good thing about today.