¨Thank you for the invitation Springfield, The lunch this Thanksgiving smells delightful.¨
¨Always a pleasure Commander, please sit, we'll be starting soon.¨
¨Of course I'll si- *Pffffft* ...Which one of you jokers put a whoopee cushion under the seat cover?¨
S:¨Oh dear, my apologies Commander.¨
P7: ¨I'm sorry! W-We couldn't resis- OW!
Art556:¨Way to go pint, you blew our cover with your giggling!¨
Sop: ¨Can I throw my roll at them Commander? Can I? Can I?¨
C:¨Its fine, its the worst they've done as of yet.¨
The table of dolls in the cafe digs in, with compliments passed to chef, and general conversation happening.
K:¨Are you enjoying this M4?¨
M4: ¨Yes Commander, thank you.¨
K: ¨Happy as long as you are.¨
He turns to ask Springfield about what she put in the gravy but catches the doll staring at the clock on the wall.
¨Springfield? Is something wrong?¨
S:¨I remember writing a card to every dorm, but some of the girls haven't shown up.¨
K: ¨I don't believe any of the Russian dolls are here, is that right?¨
S: ¨You're right Commander, I hope they weren't upset over anything.¨
K: ¨I'll go check, please don't worry.¨
Krieger sits up from his chair, ruffling Springfields hair before stepping out of the bustling room, the sound of the chatter muffled as he walks towards the dormitory. He arrives at the hall before knocking and entering 12's room, the Russian doll turns, eyes still closed as a cross between a smile and a grin shows on her face.
12:¨What can I help you with Commander?¨
Looking around the room, 94 is holding a kitten, AK15 cleaning her namesake, and RPK eyeing him with a amused look.
K:¨Are you, VSK's, and Kord's team not interested in the Thanksgiving banquet the cafe is hosting?¨
12: ¨Theres a banquet?¨
K: ¨Did you read the card Springfield sent?¨
12: ¨We never recieved a card, though I was wondering what all the chatter was about.¨
¨Well I'm famished~¨ With that statement RPK steps by and out the doorway headed for the cafe, intentionally bumping into Krieger, leaving 12 and him to exchange looks, as best as One with their eyes closed, and the other wide open could that is.
K: ¨She's awfully upset over it.¨
12: ¨We would be happy to attend, I'll let the other girls know.¨
K: ¨Thank you, I'll let her know than.¨
A brisk walk back to the cafe and the Commander takes a seat, turning to Springfield.
K: ¨They never got the invitation it seems.¨
S: ¨Well maybe Miss 1911 misplaced them.¨
K: ¨You gave them to 1911 to pass out?¨
S: ¨Well she was so eager to do so.¨
K: ¨Just an angel you are, I mean it.¨
He sits back up, kissing her head before walking over to the end of the table, 1911 digging into a slice of turkey as Krieger taps her shoulder.
1911: ¨Happy Thanksgiving?¨
K: ¨Where are the leftover cards?¨
1911: ¨I-I lost them?¨
K: ¨All 3? Specifically addressed to the Russian dolls?¨
1911: ¨Th-They don't need to celebrate no Thanksgiving! They're Commies!¨
K: ¨Why I'll show you Commie!¨
M1911 slips away as Sopmod chucks a roll at her, dodging it, the pistol makes for the cafe door, just as it opens and she crashes into AK-12, who looks down and smirks.
12: ¨Well I suppose dolls can be forgetful~ its okay, I forgive you.¨
M1911: ¨I-I'm sorry! I didn't think you all would come!¨
K: ¨Well than I'm going to think that you can help Springfield with the dishes after the meal than.¨
Something Thanksgiving before it even shows up, finished on 09/20/22. Enjoy I guess, expect another ¨serious¨ 2-3 parter soon. Please feel free to leave story ideas or suggestions down in the comments, all feedback is appreciated!
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