IC Inbox: In the Night

[worthallthis]

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[worthallthis]

[Soldat is perhaps surprisingly open about a lot of things. All you really gotta do is ask them.]

It ain't even a big thing. I told you things everyone here should know. Most of the people here would've told you the same thing.

[uplifters]

I asked you, though, didn't I? [ superman lowkey cannot believe the deal that is being made of this, wow ] And you answered kindly.

I'd like to think it's all right to receive thanks here and there.

But if it makes you uncomfortable [ and now both his hands come up in something like surrender, all I come in peace and other such pleasantries ] I won't do it again, I promise.

[worthallthis]

[Because, Kal, you're dealing with a murder machine not accustomed to being rewarded for giving a sitrep, let alone with tasty goodies, let alone with tasty goodies two whole weeks after the fact. Soldat is feeling unbalanced, suspicious, and obscurely guilty, like they got a reward they absolutely did not deserve.

Also, you remind them of Captain America, right down to the dumbass name. Doesn't help matters.

The look Kal gets is somewhere between incredulous and uncertain.]

I will never turn down food. Especially not cupcakes. C'mon, pal, I'm not crazy. Just nobody makes cupcakes for a sitrep.