A mother passing by her daughter’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, “Mom.” With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:
Someone PLEASE tell me what’s going on! It is July, nearly august, correct?! So why the bloody hell did Iakov just walk through the fucking door with a CHRISTMAS TREE?! I need some kind of cultural translator. Do they have x-mas in Russia in August or something? And Simon doesn’t get it either!
I just… I can’t. This… NO. NO NO NO. THERE IS A FUCKING CHRISTMAS TREE IN OUR LIVING ROOM IN JULY/AUGUST!!
Becker’s my newest character (the asshole one I’m trying to work on that I’m still having trouble with -but it’s easier since I got such great advice frm ppls :D) aaand I’m not really done with him. He’s still in scribble/storyboard mode rather than full out concept art mode. And since work’s gotten the way it has and all this Morgan and family shit keeps popping up I haven’t had that much time to really sit down and figure him out (he’s in my brain, I just gotta get him down on paper)
Bad thing is, I wouldn’t have even known Iakov was reading them to Simon when I got home today until he starts laughing and is all “You are so fucking selfish Becker!” I wanted to crawl in a hole and die right there. But that’s gotta mean I’m doing something right, right?
From work I went straight to Loganville, spent all afternoon in the Buffalo’s restaurant without getting a single thing to eat. So far plans are going well, hopefully I’ll be out of this predicament soon and won’t have to worry about this anymore. So i finally get home, she was supposed to drop me off but ended up staying for dinner. Eventually she leaves for good and I’m sitting at the table trying to work on a few figures Lud asked me to take a look at. Seems as though he’s wanting my opinion more and more.
It was mainly quiet in the house, odd considering everyone was awake, and I barely noticed Snapper come in and sit across from me. He didn’t speak, he didn’t move, he just sat there staring at the table. When I got done with one of the months I looked up at him to find the saddest face I’ve ever seen. He’s all slumped at the table just watching me. Before I can ask what’s wrong he’s like
”Are you leaving us?”
That wrech! That miserable bitch! She’s already moving behind my back trying to get everyone else thinking I’m this horrible person. I’ve made mistakes and I’ve admitted that and done all I could to fix them, but to go to Snapper and Charm and get them to think I’m only using them to have a place to stay is sickening! I AM NOT LEAVING, the only reason I’d leave is if one of them wanted or asked me to. I have no where else to go, as much as I hate to admit it. So I had to spend three hours convincing them I wasn’t leaving and that Morgan’s a liar.
He's gonna punch me one day... and I'll just laugh
Since its gotten really slow around work and Bossman’s been on more “lunch meetings” than usual the office gets really boring. Luckily Dee has the most amazing voice, and Momma J joins in and it’s just -ach it’s awesome!
but poor exhausted Lud fell asleep at his desk, so since no one else would when 5 o’clock rolled around I literally kicked in his door screaming
STORM THE BEACHES! WE’RE TAKING NORMANDY! PUSH BACK THOSE NAZI’S!!
His face! you should’a seen his FACE!! BWHAHAHA! Priceless
chilling after work in the parking lot with T-bang, Charm, Snapper, and Lud the German finally gets the guts to talk to Simon and asks him if he’s from Irleand (because of his “odd” accent). In which Charm politely corrects him with a tiny twitch in his eye, and as if he can’t stop being an ass right there Ludwig continues with a casual (trying to be funny)
"Ireland, Scotland, they’re the same thing." Silence.
Snapper looks over at me and we’re like
Then, slowly, the Russian silently opens his door and starts to get out, Charm’s all giving him the death glare
and as I try to move things along Simon nods over to the [now] empty passenger’s seat like “Get in, we got time fah a history lesson.” Thomas, in the backseat, gets out laughing with that dumb grin of his and Lud just looks at me.
BRO YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF
We all go through this. We gotta learn some way, right? ‘Less you ARE Irish or Scottish, then you just know.
But a history lesson the had indeed, while we sat on the curb and Iakov chatted with Tom about this past deployment. Charm and Lud came back, in one piece, informing us all of their Anglo-Saxon and Germania common ground, and how we shouldn’t bicker amongst ourselves, but with Thomas -the only Roman among us. Now we just gotta pick up Ruger and her new Aussie boyfriend-thang and we will be down at The Last Watering Hole all night! (unless, you know, fuckin’ Scotland, Deutschland, and Russia over here not only drink [obviously] but talk Italia to as well.)