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Date Posted: 10:44:17 10/01/06 Sun
Author: Braden
Subject: inside
In reply to: Remy 's message, "Inside" on 10:34:03 10/01/06 Sun

Alright. There was no beating around the bush here, unable to lie, he had to tell the truth - Remy freaked Braden the fuck out. The man made him uncomfortable, Remy was a mix of a shrink, a fortune teller and an elementary school principle and damn but all those things made Braden squirm. He felt himself shifting in his chair like a schoolboy who had put gum on the teachers chair and made himself sit still, his jaw clenching a little as he let out a slow breath and then was much calmer. He wasn’t going to let Remy play the mind games with him, wasn’t going to let him squeam him out, no way. He was a strong man. He was a mother fucking marine. (That was also his motto, along with all of Force Recons - the mother fucking marine thing. Yeah, he liked it, made him feel all manly and whatnot. Swearing made him feel manly. How twisted and really, mother fucking? How juvenile. It was like saying “Hey, I’m a “I fucked someone’s mom” marine. How bizarre. Your mom jokes? Yeah, that was manly.) Shaking his head - and slightly wondering what the hell was wrong with him to have such strange thoughts - he focused instead on Remy. “Um, no sir. Not that I can think of.” He stated in reply to Remy’s question. There was the school principle part. ‘Mr. Nichols, do you want to tell me about anything that happened today?’ they would ask when they knew damn well that he had put the gum on the teachers chair. Why the hell did he have to tell them about it?! Worst part was, in this scenario he didn’t who’s chair he put the gum in..or well..ok off the gum thing. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve the ‘anything you want to tell me about’ loaded question. Ah. Fuck. He hated when he did something bad and didn’t know what it was. He felt like a big scolded puppy who didn’t realize that knocking the lamp off the chair was bad but got in trouble for it anyway. Reaching up, he took off his hat, realizing it wasn’t the proper show of respect to keep it on in the Commanders office and he wasn’t one of Remy’s good friends who just lazed around the place.

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