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“AH-CHOO!”
Was all Junot heard throughout the day. The sound was constant and annoyingly nasally, but since it was coming from Napoleon he couldn't complain much. Though, it didn't mean that he wouldn't poke fun at the general, albeit very subtle.
“Bless you, Napoleon.” He muttered over to the shorter man, grabbing a cloth handkerchief from one of his pockets and gently wiping his face. Or at least was trying to before Napoleon took the handkerchief away from him and blew out his own nose without Junot’s help. It was already embarrassing enough to be seen with snot falling down to his chin.
He replied to the lighter haired man begrudgingly. “Thank you, Junot.” he sniffled, before blowing his nose once more on the handkerchief before discarding it. Where did it go? Junot wasn't fully paying attention to it, much too focused on the sneezy general right in front him. While it was endearing to a weird degree, it was also concerning how much snot he seemed to be producing nowadays.
“Either your allergies are acting up or we've been set-up in a bad environment.” He mused, watching the snoozy general still having snot running down his nose despite just wiping his face clean off. Junot was tempted to hand him another handkerchief before realizing that he had given all of them to Napoleon throughout the campaign and had none leftover.
He sighed, pulling the general closer to his chest, feeling the need to personally clean his face. By this point, Junot had resorted to using his left sleeve to wipe away the snot that gathered on Napoleon’s face, slightly in awe at the fact that so much had accumulated already during the past few seconds. He felt Napoleon grabbing onto his coat and sleeve as he was cleaning him. “You should buy more handkerchiefs so this doesn't happen. Or maybe take a rest after we're done with this campaign? Lord knows you need them.” He proposed, still cleaning his face with his sleeve.
Junot heard the man grunt in protest as he was being cleaned, but it only made Junot hold onto him tighter against him so that he wouldn't wiggle his way out of his grip. “Junot—” Napoleon started, getting cut off immediately after feeling his mouth getting covered by the other’s sleeve. Almost as if the other was silencing him on purpose. He blew into his sleeve in retaliation to being silenced, which earned him a chuckle from the other man.
“Yes, my little general?” Napoleon soon looked at Junot with slight disgust, more than the fact that he still had snot lingering on his face. “Don't call me that! And let go of me! I'm capable of cleaning my face without your interference. I'm a grown man, Junot. If you didn't have any handkerchiefs left over, that's fine.” He fussed, shoving the other man away from him. He heard Junot chuckle in amusement, knowing full well that the man in charge had been reduced to minor embarrassment.
“Yes, yes, I hear you, Napoleon. I yield.” He discarded his coat in favor of giving it to the brunette. It was already ruined anyways and he liked giving stuff to the other regardless, he left it at that. He watched his coat get used throughout the day, simply content with the fact that it was his coat Napoleon was using. He didn't care for how dirty it would get afterwards, as long as the other man would find use for it—find use for him—then he would gladly give Napoleon whatever he would desire.
By the end of the day he would get his coat returned and in surprisingly cleaner condition. Had Napoleon washed it for him? Junot had hoped he did, gladly accepting it back in its original condition and wearing it with his soldier pride.