A/N: Well, this was fun to write!
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Words as Feelings
January 26th, Fulminate
1. To issue denunciations or the like (usually followed by against).
2. To explode with a loud noise; detonate.
3. To cause to explode.
It was increasingly obvious that Wash had some serious anger issues.
He tried to keep them under control by bottling them up, but that just made things worse. When he did finally lose his temper, it would be in a massive explosion of rage that had a tendency to seriously hurt whoever was the unfortunate victim of his anger, from a broken nose to the near loss of an eye. He hated it, and he hated himself for not being better at dealing with it and not being willing to admit that it was a problem.
Spending time with the Reds and Blues was actually therapeutic in that regard.
They were just so aggravating at the best of times that he was finding it impossible to bottle up the anger. It would instead explode in short bursts, not serious enough for someone to get hurt, but enough to get his point across that he wasn't happy with them. And since these guys were already a bunch of assholes and had gotten used to Church, a little yelling didn't really bother them all that much.
"For the love of God, Tucker, stop sleeping naked!"
"Grif, get to your laps or I swear I'll feed every single Oreo in your stash to Caboose!"
"Sarge, how many times do I have to tell you to stay away from the tank?!"
"Donut… No. Just no."
It was like comparing a flashbang to a frag grenade. It was weird how it worked, but this was his favorite set of idiots; he'd long since learned to stop questioning how they managed to make things work. It was… unconventional was a mild way of putting it. But if it kept that burning anger from hurting any of his friends, he'd gladly take it.