~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~
From a Red vs Blue fic I can’t seem to figure out.
I’m sitting in the mess, listening to North explain some nuance of AI theory to Wash who looks like he’d rather take a paintball to his balls than pay attention. South’s screaming at the cafeteria lady about the state of the salad bar, and Florida is stupidly getting involved despite the odds of being stabbed with a fork. At the other end of the table, Maine’s up ten-zip over Wyoming in an arm wrestling competition that has attracted the attention of more than a few people. It’s just your typical lunch affair. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happening here today. Nothing.