Thorned Hammer

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"was just dreaming about, apples I think." Victor said as he slipped his arms around her again, lowering his head and sniffing her hair. "You smell nice."

"You're annoying. No wait, you're a snob" Jenga decided, swinging in his Hammock now as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

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"Sorry". He sighed, reaching up with one hand to rub sleep from his eyes. "How did you sleep?"

"But there's nothing to do...". He sniffled

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Jenga rolled over in his hammock, an arm and his head hanging out as he stared mournfully about the room. "I'm bored..."

"But they smell...". He mumbled again, twitching before finally cracking his eyes open. "... Was I talking?". Vic asked blearily.

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"This is booooring". Whined Jenga loudly.

" apples raw...". Victor mumbled, shifting slightly when she touched him. "Mm eeeyes ar' fallin out..."

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Victor as mumbling in his sleep, forehead creased in a frown as he seemed to be arguing with someone.

Jenga was bored, it was the start of the second day they'd been trapped in this pesky bunker. The Bidder had barely been seen, apparently busy with setting things up and gathering intel about the attack. He had been worried for awhile that he might get cut from the crew since it was clearly Victor who had stormed into den. But no one had said anything about it, so here he still was. Laid out in a hammock swinging back and forth aimlessly as he twiddled his thumbs and stared at the ceiling.

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Victor chuckled, leaning down and kissing her forehead just above her arching eyebrow playfully.

Handie's Bar

Scout just mumbled into his glass before setting it down and slipping a hand under the bar. A second later he had a bottle of expensive looking scotch in his hand and had filled up his glass. He settle the bottle down with a clink next to it, swiped the glass up, and took a healthy sip from it.

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Victor didn't answer right away, sliding down instead to his elbows and moving his hands up behind her head and tangling them in her hair. Briefly he touched his forehead to her's to kiss her back, then said "You'll have to wait and see."

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Scout frowned, before making an 'Oh' face of understanding and turning a bit red. Clearing his throat awkwardly he turned to the glass and finished off it's dregs.

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"I do not...You do realize youre insulting a Marshall of the Second Storm." Victor teased, leaning down to ghost his lips over her's without really kissing her.