private-boots

[private-boots]

*She shrugs and picks up her mug.*

No, not really.

*She takes a sip.*

What kind of tea would you like?

@private-boots

"I like green tea, of you have any of that. If not then just black tea."

[private-boots]

FIRST IMPRESSIONS: Going by looks alone, what are your muse’s first thoughts about mine before meeting them

[private-boots]

*She smiles faintly as she remembers.*

Back in basic training some other recruits fucked around with me so I filled their boots with itchy powder.

*A proud smile sits on her face for a second and she looks down at her mug.*

What kind of tea would you like?

@private-boots

"I like green tea, of you have any of that. If not then just black tea."

[private-boots]

Oh.. still cool.

*She looks away when Raymond turns to drink and lightly taps her thumbs on her mug before taking a sip from her own tea.*

What kind of tea would you like?

@private-boots

"I like green tea, of you have any of that. If not then just black tea."

[private-boots]

*She nods as she stirs her own tea then takes a sip from it.*

You have a cool call sign by the way, won't ask where it came from to not change my opinion.

*She says and smirks slightly, curious about his reaction to a small joke.*

What kind of tea would you like?

@private-boots

"I like green tea, of you have any of that. If not then just black tea."

[private-boots]

Oh, yeah, ofcourse

*steps back into the kitchen to grab a jar of honey and two little spoons and puts them on the table*

Mine is blueberry tea if you wanna taste it

*puts some honey into her own mug*

What kind of tea would you like?

@private-boots

"I like green tea, of you have any of that. If not then just black tea."

[private-boots]

Okay, I have some green tea

*goes to make tea then returns with two mugs*

I really like fruit teas, have you ever had blueberry tea?

What kind of tea would you like?

@private-boots

"I like green tea, of you have any of that. If not then just black tea."

[private-boots]

Nobody:

Privates and recruits at base (chanting):

SHARK WITH LEGS SHARK WITH LEGS SHARK WITH LEGS SHARK WITH LEGS SHARK WITH LEGS SHARK WITH LEGS SHARK WITH LEGS SHARK WITH LEGS

All because someone drew a shark with legs on a mess hall table with a sharpie

...

SHARK WITH LEGS SHARK WITH LEGS SHARK WITH LEGS- *goes with the crowd*

[private-boots]

*stops again*

I..uh.. *shrugs and nods* Yeah, you're cool,

Wanna have a cup of tea with me?

Blink please

👁️👁️

@callsign-fish

*was walking but freezes in place and stares back*

... Hi?

[private-boots]

*thinks he may be just high, slowly countinues to walk away*

👁️👁️

@callsign-fish

*was walking but freezes in place and stares back*

... Hi?

[private-boots]

...Do you... need something?

*doesn't dare to look away*

👁️👁️

@callsign-fish

*was walking but freezes in place and stares back*

... Hi?

[private-boots]

*checks herself to see if there is anything wrong with uniform or anything but then just stares back*

*reeeally slowly starts moving a bit after a while*

👁️👁️

@callsign-fish

*was walking but freezes in place and stares back*

... Hi?

[private-boots]

👁️👁️

@callsign-fish

*was walking but freezes in place and stares back*

... Hi?

[private-boots]

*just sits there like*

*almost fell out the window twice but happy*

*a random notification on Konigs phone. ^*

*he replies with this image*

[private-boots]

*tries to walk casual and nods, nervous but excited*

*smiles and accepts the open door, sitting in the passenger seat*

*barges into your room without knocking. Grin on a face and hiding something behind the back.*

„Boots. Czy boisz się śmierci?” (You afraid of death?)

*welcomes himself in the room and sits on the edge of your table.*

*Was laying on bed being on phone but dropped it the moment you entered and sat up*

*slowly understands Polish words*

Uh.. I'm afraid to leave pointlessly, why?

*looks at your hands behind your back and mentally prepares to run*

[private-boots]

*big grin and gets up immediately, putting phone in pocket*

Fuck yeah, let's go

*barges into your room without knocking. Grin on a face and hiding something behind the back.*

„Boots. Czy boisz się śmierci?” (You afraid of death?)

*welcomes himself in the room and sits on the edge of your table.*

*Was laying on bed being on phone but dropped it the moment you entered and sat up*

*slowly understands Polish words*

Uh.. I'm afraid to leave pointlessly, why?

*looks at your hands behind your back and mentally prepares to run*

[private-boots]

*barges into your room without knocking. Grin on a face and hiding something behind the back.*

„Boots. Czy boisz się śmierci?” (You afraid of death?)

*welcomes himself in the room and sits on the edge of your table.*

*Was laying on bed being on phone but dropped it the moment you entered and sat up*

*slowly understands Polish words*

Uh.. I'm afraid to leave pointlessly, why?

*looks at your hands behind your back and mentally prepares to run*