#21, rated K+: Heavy, Scout.
Heavy sits in the main room of the base, reading glasses perched on his nose. The book feels small in his hands, and its pages are old; dark brown lines show where it has been dog-eared, creased; a child's handwriting—his handwriting—lingers in the margins, unsteady. He runs his thumb over a footnote proclaiming that the protagonist is an idiot, then flips the page and reads on.
"Hey Fatty," Scout greets carelessly, invading Heavy's personal space. "The hell are you reading, space code?"
"Book of faerie tales. Is Russian."
"Aren't you a little big for those?"
Heavy just smiles.