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“Karl,” You growl, hands firmly planted on your hips as you glare across the room. “Drop it.”
Karl glances up from where he’s been working most of the day.
He’s sweaty, shirtless, covered in grime, and would be looking quite jumpable if it wasn’t for the fact that the arrogant fucker was currently lighting up the end of a fresh cigar with his blowtorch.
“What, the cigar? I always smoke when I work; you know that,” Karl grunts out, not pulling the torch back until he’s certain his cigar is nice and lit.
“No, not the cigar, you dolt!” You snap, “You aren’t wearing any safety gear!”
“I’m wearing my gloves!” Karl finally snaps back, his temper flaring at the prospect of lost time in making Soldats.
Your temper is equally flared, because this idiot you had the misfortune to fall in love with never takes the time to consider his own safety around his equipment. “You’re shirtless, dumbass!”
“Yeah, and you should be fucking grateful you get to see all this for free!” He shouts, ducking a moment later when you’ve flung the welding apron across the room with the goal of hitting him in the head. “Hey! That’s dangerous, you little shit!”
“That’s my point!”