lawrencestilinski:
iamthefirechild:
lawrencestilinski:
♖Lawrence, ma’am. Lawrence Stilinski,♖
✒He turned to face her, offering out his hand.
♖Sergeant First Class.♖
✒After that he gave a tiny shake of his head, admitting an embarrassed chuckle.
♖No ma’am, just… trying to figure out where to go first.♖
Summer shook his hand quickly, smiling. “Pleased to meet you, Sergeant Stilinski. I’m Summer, Summer Rainault. So … is this going to be a permanent return, or are you just on leave? Seems like you would need a place to sleep, first thing, either way.”
♖Likewise, Miss Rainault.♖
✒He smiled back, before shaking his head.
♖This time around it’s permanent. Last tour messed me up a bit too much to return to active duty. I slept more most the plane ride home, I’m just not sure if I should visit family or… well I’m a bit turned around.♖
“Did they not know you were coming home?” she asked, surprised. “Usually they would be here to meet you, wouldn’t they?”
lawrencestilinski:
iamthefirechild:
She put her hands in her pockets, standing beside him. “Stilinski,” she read off his jacket. Laughing slightly, she added, “I can’t read the rank insignia so clearly. Do you have a first name? Waiting for someone?”
♖Lawrence, ma’am. Lawrence Stilinski,♖
✒He turned to face her, offering out his hand.
♖Sergeant First Class.♖
✒After that he gave a tiny shake of his head, admitting an embarrassed chuckle.
♖No ma’am, just… trying to figure out where to go first.♖
Summer shook his hand quickly, smiling. “Pleased to meet you, Sergeant Stilinski. I’m Summer, Summer Rainault. So … is this going to be a permanent return, or are you just on leave? Seems like you would need a place to sleep, first thing, either way.”
lawrencestilinski:
iamthefirechild:
“Hey, soldier.” Summer greeted him casually, offhandedly; nobody who’d grown up where she had would think of ignoring a soldier, especially one who looked so fresh from deployment. “Welcome home.”
♖Thank you, ma’am.♖
✒Lawrence started, facing her with a polite smile.
♖Good to be home. ♖
She put her hands in her pockets, standing beside him. “Stilinski,” she read off his jacket. Laughing slightly, she added, “I can’t read the rank insignia so clearly. Do you have a first name? Waiting for someone?”
lawrencestilinski:
✒He’d been standing there for five minutes, at the bus stop. This was his home town; he was home, and yet he wasn’t sure where to go. His house? The hospital? No, no he wasn’t incredibly fond of that idea.
Yeah… yeah he’d just go to the house. He’d go by the hospital later, as per recommendation; after all, he didn’t like walking with a cane either.
“Hey, soldier.” Summer greeted him casually, offhandedly; nobody who’d grown up where she had would think of ignoring a soldier, especially one who looked so fresh from deployment. “Welcome home.”
lawrencestilinski:
I’ve never caught it either. Maybe you should go hunting …
{Mm.. dunno if mah peeps would appreciate me hunting them
tis, however, tempting. }
*hunts lawrence*
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