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Rest and Recreation (Warnings; Minor Swearing and Bad French)

Flippy could barely stand the hot sun anymore. It hung in the sky, taunting down with waves of heat so unbearable, the green bear could only dream of tearing off his skin to at least have an ounce of cooling air. His damp fur riddled with sweat and muck helped much less.

He looked up at Sneaky and then down at Mouse Kaboom, his close friends he made in these times of tough memories and hardships to overcome. They seem unfazed by the heat, only marching forward. He watched their feet and matched his own to the best of the rhythm, hoping the distraction would make the trip saner for him. Suddenly, his sergeant stopped in place and put up an open hand.

Almost immediately, his army stopped in place. Flippy wasn’t able to cease his movements in time and bumped into the back of Sneaky. The chameleon looked down at the sheepish bear who smiled an apology.

Silence reigned, the sound of the soft wind far off and animals calling out for various reasons becoming the new definition of stillness. Not a peep from any mouths…

“Rest and relax,” the sergeant huffed, looking back at the sweat-covered group behind him. They all breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone dropped their heavy bags to the ground with resounding thuds.

“Sargent, sir.”

“Speak,” he allowed permission to one private.

“There’s still day.”

“There is no point in continuing when you’re all about to die from heat stroke. There’s no one around from what I can see and hear, so we’ll set up camp and continue tomorrow. Wash up, drink your water, and stay alert.”

Everyone collectively agreed, Flippy sitting on a nearby log. It was as dry as a bone, with no moisture inside to trap. All insects who called it home moved away thanks to the upcoming heat.

“Flippy,” Sneaky called to the bear. His eyes looked up, not seeing the reptile until a long tongue pulled at his ankle. With a quiet yelp, he was pulled to the ground and onto the hard, caked dirt.

“Gwuaaah…! Sneaky!” he snorted, following the tongue up the tree. “How did you get up there so fast?”

“I’m Sneaky,” he winked, sliding down the trunk and resting beside Flippy, pulling him up. After he was back on the log, he pulled out his canteen and offered it. “Here, drink up.”

“O-Oh I got my own,” he declined, waving a paw.

“Yeah but it’s in your bag and I’m sure it’s under everything, knowing you.” He then made his voice a little higher to match Flippy’s, mocking him. “ ‘Nah nah, I’ll put my water on the bottom. We’ll run into creeks and weapons come first. Besides, what if the weapons go off while I’m carrying them? I don’t need water, I just need focus. I will feed on focus.’ “

“Okay okay!” Flippy pushed his friend lightly, blushing.

“Always the serious one,” he finished his act. “Besides, you’re so red, I could mistake you for a Christmas tree.”

“Shit, I am?” The bear put a paw to his forehead, feeling how hot it was.

“Yeah, so drink,” he offered once more. He made it more tempting by shaking the canteen, the water sloshing inside. Unable to resist the temptation anymore, Flippy took the canteen and gingerly opened the cap before spilling the contents inside his mouth. He sloshed it around his tongue and teeth before swallowing and going in for another gulp. He underestimated how thirsty he was. “Better?” Sneaky asked, taking the canteen. He took some water and cupped his hand, making a bowl for the water to be held before patting it on Flippy’s head. Although it felt childish, Flippy had to admit it felt wonderful against his baked fur.

“Yeah…” he sighed out in bliss, leaning on the log, thankful for Sneaky not having fur, and also jealous.

“Et donc la guerre a déclenché la romance une fois de plus…~” another voice entered the conversation in a taunting tone.

“I may not understand French but I understood that shit,” Sneaky smirked. Mouse KaBoom tittered back, causing Flippy to blush and stand straight up.

“We weren’t doing anything!”

“Bien sûûûûûr…~”

“It’s true!”

The French mouse laughed at the antics, taking the seat on the other side of Flippy, getting comfortable, and flopping his bag off. He then looked at Flippy and gained a small concern. “You’re very red.”

“He’s sunburnt,” Sneaky explained.

“Obviously,” KaBoom snickered. Flippy could only groan lightly, which caused the two to laugh.

“I’ll go get stuff for a fire, we can search for water and boil some,” Sneaky offered.

“I’ll find some water,” Flippy announced, standing up to start his journey.

“Here, take this with ya,” Sneaky offered his canteen again. “I’ll just steal yours as a truce.”

“Deal,” the bear sniggered. Kaboom was already gathering rocks to start a pit and getting out his fuse, searching for tinder.

Flippy went through some skyscraper-sized trees and bundles of greenery, already wilting from the heat. When he came across a creek, he couldn’t help but feel giddy. Crocheting a pouch from leaves and vines, he dipped it in before splashing his face, neck, ears, and head with the cool, refreshing creek water. After getting relatively damp, he trekked back to the campsite as the sun was starting to tuck itself in behind some hills. Pleased with the warm air able to disperse soon, he quickened his pace.

The moon was high in the sky, and every soldier was around a campfire or already sleeping while their partners took shifts. The air was cool and the winds helped make it colder, so they were no longer panting or gulping water from the creek that Flippy helpfully shared the location to.

Sneaky looked at Mouse KaBoom, who was using his bag as a bed and a tattered blanket being more stitches than fabric over his small body.

“I’m a little jealous his bag is big enough to have it as a bed with him,” he admitted.

“Well it also helps that he’s small,” Flippy added in. A rock was chucked at his head, making him gasp and look over at the sleeping mouse getting comfortable again. “Jeheherk!”

“Ne m'appelle pas petit, espèce d'ours aux haricots verts…” he muttered under breath. The two green friends laughed as Sneaky took the boiling water off of the fire. He first filled the canteens and then got out two worn cups, filling one and offering it to Flippy. He gratefully took it and held it in his paws to warm up, looking at the sky.

“You have anything waiting for you back home?” Sneaky suddenly asked. Flippy looked down back to his friend, taken back by the question, then shrugged.

“I suppose my parents,” he told, clutching to his dog tags on instinct. “I don’t have a girl or guy or kids. I don’t know if I want them.”

“Naah you have to! A looker like you? You have to get all the women.”

“I don’t!” he laughed. “Where would you get that assumption?”

“You purr in your sleep,” Sneaky cheekily answered. This caused a blush on Flippy’s cheeks and ears, inciting the reptile to continue. “You always do, every night. It’s… honestly calming to listen to when I need rest.”

The flustered bear fiddled with his cup until a realization hit him.

“Is that why you insist on me sleeping first!? Not because ‘You’re a good fighter, we need you rested?’ “

Sneaky only laughed in response, so Flippy took that as a yes. “You’re such a shithead…”

“I’m the only one you know,” he calmed down with a shrug and a smile.

Flippy huffed and wanted to splash his drink on him but one; it was still hot and two; it would be a waste of water. So he decided to fight back with the same ammo.

“What about you, then? You have someone waiting for you?”

“Mm, a fiance,” he sighed with a smile. “He was very adamant about me not going to the war, scared I wouldn’t come back.” But the smile slowly faltered to a sad look and heavy sigh. “... I wanna see him again.”

“You will,” Flippy assured him with a simper. “You’ll be back in his arms and teasing him, rubbing water on him.”

“Jack ass,” Sneaky chortled. They both were silent for a few more minutes before Sneaky suddenly started the conversation again. “Want to hear a joke?”

“A joke, huh?” Flippy raised an eyebrow. “Run out of things to say?”

“You wanna hear it or not?”

“Yeah, I do,” he nodded, getting comfy and sipping his lukewarm water. “Lay it on me.”

“Alright, so,” he started. “Bill was on the side of the road, hitch-hiking on a very dark night and in the midst of a fierce rain storm. The night was rolling on with no end in sight. The storm was so strong, he could hardly see a few meters in front of him.” He stopped to take a sip of his water and continued. “Suddenly, through the swirling rain, Bill saw a car slowly coming towards him. And as it drew level with him, it stopped.”

“Is this a ghost story or a joke?” Flippy asked.

“A joke, I promise,” Sneaky giggled. “Anyway, desperate for shelter, and without really thinking about what he was doing, Bill got into the back seat of the car and closed the door. That was when he realized there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn’t even on!”

Getting invested, Flippy leaned his elbows on his knees and pressed his lips against the cup every so often. The rain of the ‘joke’ made him more thirsty. “Mysteriously and soundlessly, the car started moving slowly forward. Bill looked at the road and saw a curve approaching. Now he was getting scared and he began to fear for his life. But just before he reached the curve, a ghostly hand appeared through the window of the car and turned the steering wheel. Bill, paralyzed with terror, watched how the hand appeared every time they came to a curve.”

“How would he know about the curve if it’s raining so hard?” the green bear questioned.

“Flips, it’s a joke,” Sneaky chuckled.

“Is it? Cause it’s sounding like a ghost story. A cheap one at that.”

“Well let me finish, goof!” the chameleon flicked at his forehead, making Flippy swat his hand away lightly.

“Alright alright, continue.”

“So! When he saw the lights of a pub down the road, Bill gathered all of his bravery and strength, jumped out of the car, and booked it towards the pub. Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and asked for two shots of scotch. Shaking and half crying, he began telling everybody about the horrible experience he had just been through. A silence enveloped everyone when they realized he was not drunk but was telling the truth. About ten minutes later, two guys walked into the same pub. They were also wet and out of breath. Looking around and seeing Bill sobbing at the bar, one said to the other, “Hey Bruce… that’s the idiot who got into the car while we were pushing it.” ”

A snort escaped mid-drink from Flippy and water suddenly erupted out of his nose and onto the licking flames. Sneaky, looking at the scene, burst out into uncontrollable laughter as the poor bear agonized from the sensation of it all, holding his dripping nose and mouth.

“Fuhuhahahack my nose!” he laughed. Sneaky was still too far into howling to even see if he was okay.

Mouse KaBoom only groaned and shoved a pillow onto his sensitive wrapped ears, huffing out and feeling so tempted to use his supply of dynamite. After the two calmed down, Sneaky finally helped Flippy up, who was still cackling not from the joke, but from what just transpired. It was ridiculous moments like these that made anyone belly laugh for hours compared to the constant bloodshed and bullets flying in the air. Flippy could only hope he would have moments like these with his two best friends when the war was over.

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