[ he bites his lip against another grin. this guy, this guy right here. frank doesn't protest or move to stop him when he empties the bottle, between this and the weird kool-aid shit he's had enough of whatever to feel good. thus the party. he nods at the admission, filing that away too. house 4 deck; hawkeye, m.d. he remembers everything always, even when it seems like he's paying no attention. which is most of the time, marines are fine-tuned in the art of playing dumb (if they aren't actually, anyway.) ]
you too
just don't actually holler [ he flashes another OK sign with a smile. ]
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you too
just don't actually holler [ he flashes another OK sign with a smile. ]