ㅤ ㅤ 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐉𝐈𝐋𝐉𝐎𝐎 𝐀'𝐃𝐄𝐍. ㅤ

S t a r e s . S T A R E S . “You owe me a red crayola .”

“Are— are you aware rations don’t come with crayons ?”

Battlefield Medic ;

“. . . Is this where my crayolas have been going to ?”

. . . Her arms cross, and she squints a little. “You seem nervous, which is odd because you’re even wearing a helmet.”

Soft sigh ; “Do tell. What’s so appealing about crayons ?”

Finally, ✨ brand, new crayons . ✨

“What you need is to have those wounds from earlier r e s t .”

Light nudge to @xUNDYINGTITAN . “Heard something about a Foundling on yours .” Little smile;

“Do you not want to be up, and running like usual? Do you like the pain each second you move ?”

“But for how much longer? Those things wear off.”

A curious glance is given . “So it’s true, huh.”

“Indeed, Battlefield medic, amongst other things; am not a Trooper though, I specialize in Clone systems, health, enhancement— blah blah, thus’ why my presence .”

“Tsk- I know you’re being protective, because I know you; but you didn’t have to be rude about it . You’ve never been like this before to me .”

A hand slides over the license, and then a couple of other papers for good measure. “I work here. That should be all you needed to know, but have the papers anyway.”

A soft smile . “I’m happy for you.”

A squint is given, and she takes her time to fix her identification, and papers back . “WHO do you think they learned from?” She looked offended. . .

“Not just them, but— I don’t blame the full lack of knowledge in the area.” A hand extends out, a friendly hand, “I’m Eurus.”

She had a warm smile despite his reluctance; like a little ray of sunshine in the midst of battle . “CT-2323. . . Any particular way you prefer to be adressed as?”