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"Hey Blue-damn...you just get outta the shower?" Grif had perked up from his confiscated spot on the blue base couch after hearing heavy steps from the quarters. He had been hoping to catch Wash after his workout but found Caboose instead.
Caboose with his hair wet against his neck and loosely wrapped up in a soft, black bathrobe.
"Hi Griff! I did! Wash just went in if you're looking for him. He's mad he didn't see you at training." The Spartan whispered the last half, hiding his mouth from no one in particular. His hand snaked under the robe to scratch at his vivisection scar.
"He won't be mad for long, I brought make up food." The Red's eyes were glued to the taller man's exposed chest. Getting a close-up view as Caboose moved closer to lean over the back of the couch.
"Is that the same thing as make-out food?"
"Do'ya mean take-out? Cause kinda."
"No no, Tucker makes make-out food sometimes when he tries to have a date with Kai. He says it works better than the times he doesn't bring make-out food."
"Gross I do *not* need to know my sister's courting parameters," his finger traced Caboose's jaw, down his neck and gently grasped the robe's collar.
"So is this like new or have ya been holding out on me?"
Caboose tilted his head and followed Grif's line of sight; he jumped to straighten up and framed the bathrobe with a grin.
"Tucker gave it to me! He said it was too big for him and that it'll 'only fit the biggest fucker on Blue Team'. It's really soft and warm and I think I'm going to sleep in it tonight," he gasped. "He should get you one! That way we can be warm and cozy together!!"
Grif chuckled and held out his hand. Caboose almost immediately rested his head on it, closing his eyes and smiling as the Red scratched at his scruff.
"Could just share your's yknow, I'm pretty sure you're the only person who's clothes i can fit in."
"You can almost fit in Washingtons clothes," he mumbled in response; Caboose was practically falling asleep in his hand.
"I'm working on it, why do ya think I brought make-out food for?" He brought up his other hand to get even scratching on the Spartan's jaw; he was moments away frm flopping over the back of the couch from how mellow he had gotten.
"I thought it was make-up food?"
"You've inspired me Blue."
Caboose peeked out at him with the sleepiest eyes that could rival the lazy king himself.
"When are you going to bring *me* make-out food?"
The Red grinned and leaned up to place a smooch on the corner of Caboose's mouth, the Blue leaned to follow for a second as Grif pulled away.
"I don't see Wash eating it so-"
"What am I not eating Grif?" The Freelancer's voice came from the hallway where Caboose originally stood. The two looked over at him in surprise.
"Where the hell did you get that?!" Grif exclaimed, pointing at the identical black bathrobe to Caboose's.
"Tucker gave it too me? He said it was too big for him. Where were *you* for training?"
"An excellent question, first may I offer you an after-workout snack?" He immediately deflected, gesturing to the encased meal sitting on the Blue's island.
While Wash was distracted with investigating the food, Caboose poked at Grif to grab his attention.
"Well now we have to get you one...so we can all match," his voice was a hushed whisper, as if he was trying to keep it a secret from Washington.
"You should sabotage Tucker's next order for that thing." He quipped, not expecting 'Boose to nod and immediately turn to look for the teal soldier.
"Not right now Caboose!"