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“no nut november’s almost over.”
that’s the sentence that started the conversation for today.
everything was tranquil in the base that the four boys took shelter in. the faint buzzing of lights and sounds of shooting could be heard from the tv in the living room.
“…ok. what about it?”
sanford and hank had been playing video games for a few hours, since deimos and 2bd decided to take the mission for today. originally, sanford was just going to take a nap, and hank was probably going to go out by himself and fuck around; but here they were, playing video games and talking about anything and everything.
sanford shrugged his broad shoulders, fingers tapping on his controller. they got lucky today with their poor connection, being able to run a singular low fps video game.
“i don’t know, it's almost over. do you take part in it big guy?”
hank snorted gravelly, almost missing a shot on one of the zombies in the game at the question.
“no, it’s stupid. not obligated to.” he grumbled.
they were getting closer to beating the level, just a few more swarms, and it was over.
killing in video games wasn’t as fun in real life for hank; but he wanted to live normally for today. just today.
sanford cursed a few times as he lost a life, grip tightening on the controller. he wondered how hank wasn’t so vocal whenever playing video games. then again, hank was a bit hard to talk to in general; he didn’t like being too vocal.
he did like how he could maintain his seriousness (most of the time) on missions, unlike deimos, who would throw himself into a pit of explosives for the ‘fun’.
‘here i am though, talking about no nut november. i’m just as low as him.’ sanford thought helplessly.
“i just busted that zombie’s head in. you almost died.” hank grunted.
sanford realized he blanked out, and indeed, his character was low. he murmured a ‘thank you’ to hank.
wait, hold on…
“busted like a nut.”
oh, sanford, you’re a comedic genius now.
he let out a chuckle as hank exhaled with plain disappointment, a strong jab being delivered to his ribs.
“i should’ve let you die.” only more laughter followed, making the corners of hanks twisted and metal jaw twitch up. sanford got his karma though, his character finally getting the final blow from a zombie. he laid back on the crusty, stained couch, throwing his controller to the side.
“seriously though, i feel like deimos participates in this shitty november tradition. doc though…nah, he’s too much of a workaholic, he does it yearly.”
hank hummed in reply, turning off the console. was sanford still on about this?
hank slumped on the cushions, shrugging. “you never know. we don’t stalk docs' life everyday.” sanford nodded and grunted agreeably. that is true.
“we can ask at dinner time. for now, let’s focus on beating that damn level…”
hank almost let the opportunity slip past his mind, but quickly grabbed sanford by the shoulder when he noticed.
“don’t. don’t say it.”
his companion laughed deeply, returning the grip.
“like beating my meat.”
-
once it was dinner time, doc and deimos returned with a few rations for the group. it was better than any other night in nevada, which typically was spent with empty bellies and the cold biting at their bodies.
it was silent as they all ate crackers and unknown slop, the only sound being the clattering of plates and spoons.
sanford still had a question to ask though. he set down his spoon, taking in a dramatic breath.
hank’s head zipped up from his food, shaking his head vigorously. sanford would nod his head in contrast, a smug smirk perking up on his expression.
“so…doc.
you ever participate in a no nut november?”
sanford was forced to do double the chores the next day for his foolery.