Thread: Everything is allowed in war and love - 『 YumiBlossom & Boss 』

He was a little bit shocked, but did not show it, when the others gaze didn't falter, why was he so persistent? Everyone else would always look away once Mathias started with his intense gaze, since not many people was able to hold it, but this one.. Feeling a little bit frustrated also, why didn't this one give away at his gaze?? He smirked at the man once he dropped his cool act, he actually got him to crack a little bit, or well, give away his true colours, and he was amused. The man seemed to get worked up by the smallest thing, so this could surely be fun, if he reacted like this by only these words, how would he be once he started for real? If we can hold ourselves until then. He called after the man, as his intense eyes followed the man, clearly amused by him. He decided it might be time for him to also move it, his new 'friends' might be waiting for him. Going outside the room, he saw them actually waiting for him, what's the point with this? He joined them as they patted his back and asked him questions about Berwald. So, does he still got a stick up his ass? Snorting, he grinned smugly. I don't know, didn't check. As they continued to chat meaninglessly until they arrived at the meeting point, standing up in a line, Mathias actually followed the others moves, wanting to at least be nice for one day. Back straight chest out stomach in. So pointless, why stand like a fucking pole? It wasn't like someone was going to hang the flag on their back and make them act like a flagpole. We will today go to the barracks to take care of our weapons. It's highly important to have a clean weapon at all times, so you have to take this really serious. Their Colonel walked in front of them, looking all high and mighty, he felt like he wanted to gag, whom did he think he was? Just because he had been in the army longer than them didn't it mean that he was better than them. Mathias would prove them all wrong. Dismissed. And they all began to walk to the barracks, to meet their new instructor, whose name Mathias didn't even bother to remember, as he was assigned a weapon. Picking it up, he looked at it carefully. A nice AK-47, semi-automatic weapon that never got stuck, he really liked this weapon, despite it being Russian made. Look over the weapon and clean it up properly, then you have ten other weapons in the basked next to you. Mathias looked at them with a disgusted face, they surely were dirty, when was the last time someone cleaned them up? They all shall shine, I want to be able to see myself in them when you're done, all of them! You have two hours, you might talk and do whatever you want, BUT. He fell silent, and the rest of them also did that. If you aren't done by the time is up, you will get punished for it, and you will know it by then. And then he took up his watch, and looked over at them. Begin, now. Even Mathias took up his first weapon and began to take it apart to clean it, his face showing clearly how unhappy he was about this, he didn't come here to clean up the mess the Swedes had made, he barely cleaned up after himself. Frustrated, he cleaned the weapon vigorously, gaze looking over at the calm Berwald, and he felt even more angry. How could such a man not complain about this? Not the funniest part, but at least we don't have to run, right? Mathias looked at him with a slight amused expression, he was one of those slackers apparently. Mathias would rather run around the whole day than clean up, or take care of the food. He was an athlete, not a woman. I would rather run for two hours than doing this shit job. He put away his first weapon after putting it together and put it in his now newly-made pile of clean weapon, this day surely sucked, and it would probably be worse after lunch. What do we have after this? After lunch? Sven looked up, grime on his nose, it looked kinda amusing. Steeplechase course, the worst part of them all. Exhausting and long, it probably takes around an hour to do it, shitty, right? Mathias said nothing, not wanting to object that it was his favourite, and maybe the only thing he liked about the army, but he didn't want the attention for it, not just yet. Yeah, maybe.. He replied as he took apart the next weapon the clean it up, sighing heavily.