In his quarters, Flowers scribbled along in his journal at his desk, clad in a pair of pajama pants he nixed from one of his private's rooms. Who's room it was, Butch wasn't sure, but he'd wash, dry, and return them eventually. For now though, it was a bit chilly in the room(according to him), and he wasn't particularly of falling asleep unclothed
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