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#cuyan feels so kriffing bad
sun-roach · 10 months
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Shriek: Today she's delivered Itching powder to Sticker for antics while having also gone and gift wrapped everything in Strife's room and office. Even the walls!- >:3 ( The antics continue two for one today! XD)
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<Itching powder?>
Sticker tilts his head and looks around, slowly grinning wide. He already knows how he will use that.
The mission should have been easy: Break in, take three terrorists into custody, eat pizza.
But of course something has to go wrong. The moment the terrorists reach for their weapons to point it on them, Sticker throws a grenade, not only shocking the three terrorists but also his brothers.
<OUT! NOW!>
Strife growls and just as they all move, the grenade detonates. But something is wrong. They don’t get git by an explosion. No they get hit with a white substance.
Strife looks towards Sticker, who grins bright in awe, as Redd's voice echoes trough their commlinks.
<Guys what the kriff just happened? What was that white explosion? I almost lost vision on the targets.>
<IT WORKED!>
Sticker beams, laughs and looks at their groaning targets. They are scratching themselves, trying to get rid of the itching.
Strife inspects the powder again, glad that he and his squad are wearing armor.
Cuyan on the other hand isn’t glad at all. He walks towards Sticker and pushes him.
<WHAT THE KRIFF IS WRONG WITH YOU?!>
Sticker blinks. He doesn’t see he is brother's face but he can imagine him fuming.
<Our mission is to get the- >
<WE HAD EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL! SO WHY THE KRIFF DID YOU DO THAT? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR HEAD?! YOU KNOW THIS COULD HAVE GONE HORRIBLY WRONG?!>
Cuyan pushes Sticker back. He will feel bad about it later, but right now he is fuming with anger and worry.
<HEY! CUYAN KRIFF OFF. DON'T TALK TO STICKER LIKE THAT!>
The redheads voice echoes trough their commlink yet again. Stitch walks towards Cuyan and Sticker and tries to push Cuyan a little away.
<Come on that's enough… He didn’t mean any harm- >
<That doesn’t make it any better, Stitch! He is told not to use that stuff during missions!>
<It worked! Without harming anyone! Just because you got scared- >
<Oh I got scared? Kriff the fuck off Sticker. No one needs your stupid shit. The only reason why you are in this squad is because no one can handle yo- >
Stich growls and tackles Cuyan down, surprising the older brother. The medic had never used violence on his brother’s before and Cuyan knows he had gone too far.
Sticker runs away. Redd mutters several insults towards Cuyan.
And Strife? He is the one who ends up finishing the job. He can’t have his squad fail, not because of this.
<Move.>
Strife’s voice is dark, tired and yet empty. He will talk later to them. Cuyan and Stitch immediately stand back up and follow orders.
As soon as they put the itching terrorists into prison, they return back to the barracks, to their apartment. But Sticker is not there.
<…I will go search for him.>
Cuyan rubs his neck. He really does feel guilty. He didn’t mean to lash out like that on his brother. Sticker was right. He got scared. Terribly at that, but that doesn’t excuse his behavior.
Redd scoffs and glares at him.
<You are staying away from him, you- >
<Enough!>
Strife eyes them with a stern gaze. One more word and it will end really bad. They all know that Strife dislikes this kind of trouble and they also know how worriedly sick he must be.
<He will come back… we will wait here for him. This is his home. >
Redd wants to complain, but the look Stitch gives him, stops him. With a grumble he watch’s Strife leave for his room.
As soon as Strife enters his room, he stops. He is too tired to get mad, too tired to unwrap everything and wonder who broke in. He already knows any way and that’s when he sends Shriek a comm message.
Is Sticker with you guys?
He is. Sticker didn't want to return home. But he also didn’t want to be alone. His Corrie brother’s would have all told Strife to get him, so… he went to the 213th barracks and asked Shriek and the brothers to hide him for a day or two.
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