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[supportinkindness]

[Relaxing on the bunk he shared with Jean, he took a deep breath in as he closed his eyes. It had been some time since he got the bunk area alone, it was quiet a rare thing really. Though he would mind some company, he just didn't really feel like going out with the others. The training for the day was exhausting and a nap was sounding awesome.

Marco continues to relax for the moment at least until he hears someone enter.]

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[launisch]

[And that someone, perhaps predictably, is Jean. When he noticed Marco hadn't rejoined them in the mess hall for dinner after training, he slipped out before the food was served and set off toward the barracks, figuring it was as good a place as any to look.

Right on the money, turns out.

He leans against the doorway with his eyebrows raised.]

Rise and shine, sir layabout. If we're not quick, Potato Girl will inhale our rations.

[supportinkindness]

[Marco wasn't always lazy but there were days that he just wanted to relax. It was hard to come by when you were in the military. So when he got the chance he starts to nod off, until he hears the door open and then the voice.

Quickly he sits up and looks to the door, a little worried it was the commander. When he saw it was Jean he starts to laugh light and rub his neck.]

Aha, it's that late already, Jean?

[He swings his feel over the edge of the bunk and stretches.]

Mmn! Did you have a good day? [It was a way to start a conversation while he works on grabbing his boots. Hopefully Jean will come in fully before that.]

[launisch]

Shit, I figured your internal clock functioned a lot better than this.

[Hope no more- Jean does come all the way in, as a matter of fact. After mulling it over a moment, he settles down heavily on the mattress beside Marco, his forearms on his aching thighs- he pushed himself a little harder than usual today, which irritates him, to be honest.]

It was fine, I guess. A lot like yesterday. [He nudges Marco with his shoulder.] You're pretty relaxed, huh.

[supportinkindness]

Some days, aha.

[A small laugh under his breath he watches as Jean lays down. With a playful sigh he stops his work on grabbing his boot, instead letting himself flop back onto the bed beside his friend.]

You pushed yourself again didn't you? [He turned his head to smile at Jean.] A little bit, I guess. [He lightly pats Jean's leg.] You don't seem too keen on moving yourself. We rarely get the bunks to ourselves.

[launisch]

[Well, actually, he hadn't quite made it onto his back yet, but he didn't need a whole lot of encouragement to get there.]

Yeah. An ill-advised mistake that I don't plan on repeating any time soon.

[He brought his hands behind his head as a sort of cushion, stares up at the ceiling. His lips quirk.] You keep track?

[supportinkindness]

[There was a little of a tug to pull him back. He kind of wanted to lay next to him friend.]

Probably would be for the best. You don't need to get hurt.

[Another light chuckle left the freckled boy's lips as he nodded.]

Maybe? It's like a rare treat really.