!u/EYfo0o8s 08/18/11(Thu)21:35 No.15984830|
After installing the topshields, Winters and Summers decided to see if they'd gotten any mail. They both had, but where Summers only got a letter from his parents telling him to take care of himself, Winters got a large package. A large, guitar shaped package.
Summers: "Oho, what's this?"
Winters: "... a flute."
Summers: "Hah hah. So fahnee joke. Aw, and I bet this is a love letter from your sweetie."
Summers swipes the letter attached to the package.
Winters: "Hey, give that-!"
Summers holds the letter up high as Winters attempts to jump up and grab it. Summers is a good bit taller than Winters, however, and he begins reading. "Dear Joel, I hope this letter finds you well. I know how much you love music, so I sent your guitar along with this message. We're all worried for your safety, but remember that our prayers are with you. Remember to take care of yourself, and always do what is right because it is right. Love, Mom. Aw, that's sweet. Man, you really are just a kid."
Winters manages to climb up Summers' shoulders and swipe the letter back before falling to his feet. "I'm not a kid! Old enough to fight, anyway! That's why I was drafted!"
Summers: "... Wait, you're a CONSCRIPT?!"
Winters: "Well... yeah. They extended the draft to apply to 16."
Summers: "YOU'RE SIXTEEN?!"
Winters: "Uh huh..."
Summers: "WHY ARE YOU THE SQUAD LEADER."
Winters: "Because I'M THE BEST."