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!8CHDJ3c6tQ 02/10/11(Thu)00:50 No.13846273A short while later, a disgruntled commissar waited for an adept to finish patching up the man that was apparently the problem. The little girl, no older than ten, bounced happily on her heels as she apllied gauze to the face of the guardsman called 'Bravo,' all the while humming and talking to him as though she didn't have a care in the world. To his relief, the guardsman at least looked bored out his mind from making small talk with a little girl.
She pulled away from the soldier and clapped her hands together. “All done, Johnny!”
He ran his hands through his blonde hair and hopped off of the bench he had been sitting on. “Thanks, kid.”
The adept didn't break her smile, pleasantly reminding him that her name was Suzy.
He was already walking away from her and towards the commissar when he answered, “Yeah, whatever.”
The commissar sauntered up to the man halfway and put his arm around his shoulder. Bravo looked at his commander as though he just noticed him from behind his antique glasses.
“Now, son,” the officer began, “I want all my troops to think of me as family. Ya'know, someone they can look up to, all father-like.”
“Sure thing, Pops,” the guardsman answered as he picked up stride to match his superior's.
“Pops?” The commissar chuckled. “I like that. And you're Mr., uh, Johnny, right?”
“In the flesh”
“That's wonderful.” The pair arrived at a corner, and began to take a turn. Pops took the opportunity to shove Bravo, hard, face-first into the wall. A sickening crush followed at the two collided. The commissar turned to face the man, to berate him and to put the fear of both the Emperor and his commissar into him. |
