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[wipedclean]

[The soldier is usually pretty stern, intimidating, all that jazz, but right now he's downright grumpy. And... snarly. Clearly he's not in a good mood.]

Why. The fuck. Are these fucking fireflies everywhere?

[Speaking of, here's one fluttering against his shoulder right now. His hand slams down on top of it, squashing it. He growls.]

They are getting in the way and they are making Steve forget he has to eat. Is there a way to stop them other than crushing them one by one?

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[wipedclean]

[He nods. That does help, he wouldn't have thought of it on his own, and Steve would be more likely to let a few go if he thought keeping them close was hurting them.]

Okay.

[cowardley]

Good luck, and tell me how it goes, when and if you can. [ you know, if you want to or anything. ]

[wipedclean]

[He nods shortly.]

Thank you. I will.