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”CRAP.”
The athletic medic bacon came running through the army camp, there was few bacon soldiers littered across the camp due to most of them training as usual, but Flitch was more worried about the fact he forgot to meet up with Doctor. He didn’t specify the details but he said it was gravely important, so Flitch was disappointed in himself for being a few minutes late for something so major.
As Flitch swung the door open, before he could apologize a thousand times over and more he was met with the back of a blue haired guest, he couldn’t see much but he did see the doctor being held and threatened by a pair of scissors. The guest nor the doctor noticed him because they were facing away, and Jez was too worried about the situation at hand to notice him either.
Flitch suddenly cut the guests monologue off with a pistol aimed at the back of the blue haired fellows head. “Lower the scissors and the floor won’t be stained red.” Flitch grumbled. The guest was definitely caught off guard by the sudden gun pressed to his cranium, and he had no choice but to lower his scissors and- “and don’t even think about trying to steal the gun you swine.” -welp there goes that idea.
As the doctor escaped his grasp both Jez and the Dr quickly tired to explain to Flitch that the guest didn’t mean any harm, nor did they themselves mean any harm to the blue haired. Flitch’s intimidating expression was swapped with a slight surprised and then finally a sweet smile. “Well why didn’t you say so!” He lowered his gun and put it back in his hidden gun holder under his coat. The guest flipped around and flitch was able to get a better look at the fellow. He seemed to be an adult although most likely younger than 35, he seemed partially tired with small eye bags, his hair was a bit roughened up in the front and an army uniform to top it all off.
Flitch made all this observation quickly and in an instant flew his hand up for a hand shake. “Dr. Flitch at your service, pleasure to meet you sir! ” He said in a gleeful tone a smile still on his face. “The pleasures all mine…” the guest said in a cautious tone before reluctantly grabbing the bacons hand and shaking it. “You can call me Guest 1337.” He responded.
