Ah yes, a day with no fighting, shooting, battling, killing. A day that has never happened!

“My body hurts like HELL-“ Alexander groaned, tired as he pulled off his shirt, throwing it onto the floor and flopping onto the bed like a dumbass. John snickered, doing the same, they were both tired after such a day of combat. And surprisingly this time it was actually from ACTUAL fighting! “Me too, honestly. My head hurts more from Charles.” John spoke, removing his ponytail and his fluffy hair sprouting into a whole fluffy mess, laying down and his arms around Alexander kindly with a blanket over them.

Alexander snickered, trying to think who. I mean, there’s too many people called Charles for gods sakes, “Which one—OH! ‘I’m a general, WEE!’” Alexander guessed, John and Alexander laughing hard, making fun of Charles Lee, because why not? Alexander was laying on his stomach, his head laying on the pillow, as John was slightly on top of him, his chest against Alexander’s back, mostly cuddling, cause why not—their gay men, and also queer men—