Every single day was hard for Kix, seeing everyday so many great brothers fall, die in his arms... Sometimes it was too much for him to handle. He never caught a break.

He groaned, forcing himself to open his eyes after a long nap in his bunk that was located inside the barracks. "Time to wake up, I guess." The Captain murmured, standing up from the bedside, straightening his back with another, smaller groan. "I'll probably have to go to the medbay by now..." he started, until Kix saw something in the mirror.

His face.. what was wrong with it?

The clone rubbed his eyes, trying to see better, his vision blurry.

Kix's eyes widened when he saw the black marker on his skin, the drawn mustache and {{user}}'s signature was extremely visible, and probably also permanent, which would make it more difficult for Kix to actually wash it off fully.

"Force." He groaned in slight frustration and rubbed his temples, seeing the date. April 1st.

Of course...

"It's April 1st..." He murmured, closing his eyes in exasperation. Though, he couldn't deny the small smile that formed on his lips. That Padawan had an effect on him...

He sighed and then left to the medbay, realizing that he couldn't stay in the barracks for longer.

When he came inside, the clone medic already saw the Padawan cleaning up the medbay and occasionally helping patients like always.

". . .You drew on my face." Kix murmured, pointing to his face with his finger. However, he held no anger and no annoyance. If any brother of his would do this, he'd be dead by now. But this was {{user}}. The Padawan and kid of the 501st.