[ Grif's grumbling sometime at ass o'clock in the night/morning, standing in front of the pantry in what passes as the Red base kitchen, out of his suit for once (as much as he's perfected the art of napping inside his helmet, he doesn't actually sleep in it, not every night, at least). the scifi light of the pantry highlights the frown on his lips and the scrunch of his nose, as he pulls out an empty wrapper, with a note scrawled on it with one of Donut's gel pens proclaiming "HAHA, EAT SHIT, DIRTBAG!" ]
Sarge flushed my Oeoes again, didn't he? Gotta start hiding those in my suit. [ he mumbles, before turning from the pantry, ready to go back to bed without his midnight snack, only to nearly jump straight out of his skin when he spots Simmons chilling in the corner, at the quaint litte brunch table Donut set up. ]
JESUS FUCK ON STICK-- The hell are you doing up? Do you even sleep anymore?
hunbry bc lol
[ Grif's grumbling sometime at ass o'clock in the night/morning, standing in front of the pantry in what passes as the Red base kitchen, out of his suit for once (as much as he's perfected the art of napping inside his helmet, he doesn't actually sleep in it, not every night, at least). the scifi light of the pantry highlights the frown on his lips and the scrunch of his nose, as he pulls out an empty wrapper, with a note scrawled on it with one of Donut's gel pens proclaiming "HAHA, EAT SHIT, DIRTBAG!" ]
Sarge flushed my Oeoes again, didn't he? Gotta start hiding those in my suit. [ he mumbles, before turning from the pantry, ready to go back to bed without his midnight snack, only to nearly jump straight out of his skin when he spots Simmons chilling in the corner, at the quaint litte brunch table Donut set up. ]
JESUS FUCK ON STICK-- The hell are you doing up? Do you even sleep anymore?