Fun and games in the 501st

It squeaks...

(apologies for lack of updates here. I've been concentrating on a different book and I have exams :))

Sadly for last Christmas half of the 501st had been away. So any presents that were previously bought had to be passed around months later. This ended up with some very strange gift reactions; mainly that alot were christmas themed and christmas was long gone.

Within this event of gift exchanging headshot was hanging out with Redeye and Mixer. Sadly both had been in the half away so headshot couldn't see them. The only good thing it brought was that he didn't have to see Mesh at all throughout the Holiday. He sat there swinging from the top of his old bed watching his unsuspecting batch mates.
"What's in this?" Redeye shook the box.
"Just open it ya pussy."
"I dunno-" he shrieked as the box sprayed him with water.
While Mixer was laughing his head off.
"How on corascant are you the one with the girlfriend?!" he shouted.
"I mean come on be optimistic! He has some good manly qualities!" Headshot paused, "And I can't think of a single one."
"SHUT UP!" Redeye yeeted two pillows at both of his friend.
The one aimed at Headshot landed and he fell on the floor, however Mixer managed to dodge his and lock himself in a closet for cover. As a result the pillow clocked Mesh square in the face as he opened the door. The room suddenly fell silent.
He wasn't meant to be back this early.

The medic let out an awkward laugh and dropped the pillow on the ground. He may have been an asshole but it didn't take a genius to know he wasn't welcome anymore. It did upset him that his whole squad hated him however instead of facing reality he blamed everything on Headshot.
"We used to have those all the time," he smiled trying to sound genuine, "pillow fights. Heh."
He looked down at where Headshot was, "Mixer still not being able to dodge to save his life- oh."
Headshot removed the pillow from his head and stared up at his ex. After a year of not talking to eachother they should be able to engage in a semi decent conversation, however this didn't mean Headshot was pleased about the situation. The entire reason he was here was because he thought Mesh wouldn't be there.

"Hey." Mesh broke the ice.
"Hey." Head hesitantly replied, staying firmly seated on the ground.
"How have you been?"
"Good," wait normal talks require both people to talk, "What about you?"
"Okay I guess. How was your christmas?"
"Probably better without you there!" Mixer climbed out of the closet, "Piss off."
Mesh put his hands up, "hey I haven't done anything!"
He jumped up onto his bed, ignoring the wall of glares.

"Oh. By the way I got something for you Shot." he dropped down a present.
He caught it and squished it confused.
"urm... Thanks?"
"I was going to give it to you last year but you were nowhere to be seen."
"Probably because I didn't want to see you." he sat there and opened the present.
Mesh was mildly surprised; he didn't expect any back talk. He'd changed from the submissive timid boy he controlled. And he didn't like that.

The present wasn't anything major. Just a little squishy toy that looked like an astronaut.
"Squeeze it." he smirked, if he couldn't have him anymore he was going to annoy everyone else.
Headshot did as he was told. And he found something amazing.

The. Toy. Squeaked.

While Headshot's face glowed up in awe Mixer and Redeye's face filled with dread. Mesh knew exactly what he was doing.
"IT SQUEAKS!" he held it up in the air like a trophy and ran out of the door.
The other two delinquents ran out after him, "GET THAT OFF HIM!"

- 5 hours of constant squeaking later -

Dogma had stunned himself, Kix had broken down crying and Tup had his headphones on so loud you could hear the song from the other side of the room crystal clear.
Headshots are very easy to entertain.