[for Starbuck] post fight-club

[whatdiesinside]

There's a pleasant crack in his joints under the unpleasant ache of his bruises as Snafu finally wanders his beaten ass into the trees instead of into another fight.  He hadn't expected that first one to end like that, dragged onto the ground and the air knocked out of him and somehow, some kind of winner.  He wouldn't have won that fight, hadn't

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[frakkup]

She has his shirt bundled beneath her arm, tucked in tight near the bruises, bootlaces tied together and dangling from her hand. She hurts, too, in a way she's long since convinced herself is good, not just from this kid, this Corporal Marysomething Shelton, but from the fights she'd picked after, none of them lasting long enough to truly satisfy.

He hides it well, but Kara sees the spark of flame before she sees him, eyebrows drawing down in thought. She hadn't expected to find him so quickly. "Got your stuff, Corporal."

[whatdiesinside]

Her voice goes right through him at first, makes him freeze for the sound and pick her out of the dark before he goes slow and easy again, standing up if not straight with the cigarette dangling between his lips and smoke fissuring between his teeth.

Bare feet dig into the surprisingly dry dirt. "Where'd you think you were taking it," he asks, laughing huffing under the words and driving the wreath of smoke further from his face. Moving closer, he reaches to take his things with one hand and offers the pack of Camels with the other.

[frakkup]

"Your hut," says Kara, plucking the cigarette he offers in return with a pleased smile. She still has a cigar or two, and will always prefer them, but she's saving them for a special occasion. The cigarette's a welcome surprise.

"When I found it, anyway. I know a soldier's boots when I see them."

[whatdiesinside]

Snafu snorts, pocketing the pack and dropping his boots to shove his feet back into them. The shirt's an afterthought, slung over his neck where the sweat's starting to cool against his skin in the night air. "It's a long ways off," he drawls, the white of his teeth flashing sharp when he smiles. "Better let me tag along so you don't get lost."