Vulpes/Dead Sea, Brouhaha
Dec. 5th, 2018 01:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Vulpes is not certain what the original disagreement had been about. Two recruits in the mess hall loud of voice and dull of intellect finding themselves at odds, most likely. Something far too common among the lower rabble.
What is less common, however, is for simple disagreement to devolve into such an uproar, such childish disarray. A food fight is hardly a means of settling matters, in addition to being a shameful waste of resources.
Not to mention rather embarrassing for himself and for Dead Sea. Left sitting with their backs to the outside of the mess tent. Not cowering, per se. Simply left to strategically retreat until the frenzy has died down. Until the noise and the shouting ringing out from the other side of the tattered canvas wall ceases.
“If I had known Nelson was full of nothing but squabbling beasts, I’d hardly have wasted my time on this visit,” says Vulpes.
“I’m appreciative of the company, though,” Dead Sea quips, oddly cheerful. His cheeks rounded in a smile even as he plucks another piece of lettuce from his shoulder pad. “NCR has been prodding our defenses all through the week. It was only a matter of time before something like this occured.”
Vulpes huffs, brushes some mashed potato from his hair. Wrinkling his nose at the simultaneous wet and coarse texture of it. “So you allow this sort of thing?”
“Not allow, however I can hardly punish all the men when they decide to band together in the name of… entertainment. Particularly when it lifts their spirits so.” He shrugs.
“Your brand of leadership continues to astound.”
“I accept that as praise,” chuckles Dead Sea. He flashes his teeth and then reaches forward towards Vulpes’ face, making him jolt slightly. “You have noodle on your cheek.”
Vulpes’ skin burns like an ember at the indignity, but he allows for Dead Sea to proceed nonetheless. Holding still as the decanus cleans him up, licking his thumb and rubbing away the filth that he can feel caked onto his skin.
“I would’ve expected you to prove more efficient at dodging such projectiles.” Dead Sea’s voice is teasing as he continues to rub Vulpes’ cheek. His touch soft, affectionate. “Perhaps you should visit more often, hone your skill.”
“You needn’t create false pretense for desiring my company,” says Vulpes. Leaning into Dead Sea’s hand. Warm and assuring against the cool desert air.
The decanus’ chest rumbles with a laugh, and then he tilts Vulpes’ face up towards him. “Then you should stop by more often. Save me the hassle of forming excuses to bring you here,” he says.
Then the man’s lips, chapped and as yielding as the sand beneath them, brush against Vulpes’ forehead. All the commotion still sounding from inside the tent banished behind the satisfaction rolling through him, the soft white noise of it ringing in his ears.
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