2 Middles
"What are you doing, Sir?" Fuery cocked his head in confusion. A trait some would guess he picked up from the numerous strays he kept.
Havoc raised an eyebrow, unaware that his lunch had been observed. "I happen to be eating a bologna sandwich."
"Yessir, but what are you doing to your sandwich?"
"I am pealing the crust off. Would you like it?" Havoc never knew with this kid. Maybe he wanted the crusts for birds or something.
"Yessir, but why?"
"Drop the formalities, Kain. I just like the middle."
"Yessi-….uhm. I see. In that case, can I have them? You see, I found a bird on the side of the road yester—"
Havoc rolled his eyes. Of course he did. Havoc pushed the crusts across the table and chuckled into his sandwich when Fuery pulled out a bag already holding the crusts taken from several other soldier's lunches.
