[He crosses his legs and leans back like he owns the damn thing, but is at least nice enough not to pull his dirty boots up on the sheets.
If nothing else, he manages to keep the delight out of his voice, but its written all over his face. He's so proud of you little military baby, he knew you had the rebel in you.]
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[He crosses his legs and leans back like he owns the damn thing, but is at least nice enough not to pull his dirty boots up on the sheets.
If nothing else, he manages to keep the delight out of his voice, but its written all over his face. He's so proud of you little military baby, he knew you had the rebel in you.]
So. What'd you do to piss them off, huh?