sgt-kickass:

redpocketengy:

sgt-kickass:

*grumblemumble* Fiiiiine…. *trudges out of the base to go get it from his hiding spot* 

*waits for him to eventually come back with it and locks it back into place…after he shakes out all the snow first*

thank ya darlin~

*shakes the snow off of his feet and brushing off his arms of snow* 

Yeah, yeah. Just don’t expect it too often.

I know I know, even still thanks.. *grins a bit before sitting up to yank the soldier down to join him on the couch for a bit*

sgt-kickass:

*grumblemumble* Fiiiiine…. *trudges out of the base to go get it from his hiding spot* 

*waits for him to eventually come back with it and locks it back into place…after he shakes out all the snow first*

thank ya darlin~

[[chunky babbeyyy~ More to love]]

(( it goes both ways since they both big fluff nerds now..only sykes can do razzberries to wake patch up in the morning now when he’s hyper))

(dun lie patch u got a lil chunky since moving to coldfront..and i admit I missed this dork..now to see if my goat can come bck too)

sgt-kickass:

redpocketengy:

sgt-kickass:

okay, long as dad makes breakfast afterwards :V

He has to. He’s under civic duties to do it since he can’t run. 

*yells from the couch* I would if a certain fuzzy someone would stop hidin my damn prosthetic leg in tha snow every other night!

*hollers into the next room* IT WASN’T ME! IT WAS THOSE DAMN SPIES! 

I THINK THEY’D TRY SAPPIN IT INSTEAD OF HIDIN IT, NOW EITHER HELP ME FIND IT OR IM LOCKIN YA OUTSIDE FOR THA NIGHT.

*makes mental memo to make tracker for his leg tomorrow…or sturdier spares*

sgt-kickass:

okay, long as dad makes breakfast afterwards :V

He has to. He’s under civic duties to do it since he can’t run. 

*yells from the couch* I would if a certain fuzzy someone would stop hidin my damn prosthetic leg in tha snow every other night!

knivesandmischief:

redpocketengy:

Ey Mitchy, long time no see…*looks him over a bit*

….uh there’s somethin different here ain’t there?

"Eh. I’d rather not talk about it."

….no offense but it looks like yer tryin ta smuggle anna through yer pants..

knivesandmischief:

redpocketengy:

*looks around* ….looks like I got alot of cleanin ta do here..

Hallo.

Ey Mitchy, long time no see…*looks him over a bit*

….uh there’s somethin different here ain’t there?

*looks around* ….looks like I got alot of cleanin ta do here..

*coughs up several dust bunnies*

Jesus…

Anonymous whispered: "Hn. Still can't get over that haircut of your's." Ruffle ruffle by a giant paw. >B3

*smirks some as his hair’s mussed up by a very familiar hand*

Hey I don’t make fun of yer hair style no do I? Heheh, yer lucky I got ta tha point where I can style it back pretty easily mister~

Goddamn it’s cold round here…

think I better make somethin warm or else I’ll start losin more limbs..*wanders off into the kitchen to make something*