G'night Maggot. Engineer/Soldier"Maggot!"More Like This
A rough, familiar voice slithered it's way out into the hall. The sound of heavy boots, someone who walked with purpose and more pride and freedom than Uncle Sam himself approached the Texan's room.
He had left the door cracked, not like he had much to hide. The Engineer was proped up against the area his bed was pressed against, the sandy cracked wall was a ideal sitting spot for the pitiable state of his back. Dell continued strumming at his acoustic gutair lazily. He was a practical man, who didn't care much for bein' rushed around. He craned his head from the instrument, to see The Soilder in all his red-white-and-blue, good ol' boy glory in the doorway.
In reality, due to the battle's events today, the American's prize figher chin was more black and a sickly shade of blue than anything.
Engie let out a muffled groan, he was getting on in years, and didn't find it easy to jump up how he used to down on the ranch. Also, Solider probably came to unlo