S h h ive got a plannnnnnn 😉 )
Im not 100% sure, but i think men brought and cooked their own food, until valley forge (the really bad battle in a bad winter where a bunch of people died from starvation bc all they had to eat was water and flour bc CONGRESS WOULDNT SEND FOOD )
Also British soldiers were spoiled cos oftentimes they brought their wives/servants, kitchenware and all sorts of stuff because they could while Patriots didnt )
(I'm v excited for this plan XD
alright thanks)
Pierre sighed, looking him over. "Do you have any food of your own?"
Boi you're gon freak oUT )
"I have.. Two apples, and a pear," he replied.
(you're scaring me oml)
"Eat an apple, then, and when you're done, come to my tent." He gave Francis directions. "I might have some more food for you."
XD I love knowing it. I cant wait til it happens )
"Okay," he inhaled excitedly. "Uh, when will I learn to use a weapon?"
((This little bab omg I love him))
Pierre gave him a questioning look. "So excited to hold a brutal killing machine in your hands? You'll probably start in a few days from now."
He laughed, "Don't sound so morbid," he commented, "I'm excited to have the ability of self-defense," Francis elaborated with an unnecessary accent, for effect.
Pierre snorted disbelievingly. "Mmhm."
The little kid laughed. Oh, it was almost cringeworthy how the poor thing's voice was so shrill and embarrassingly girly. No wonder he wanted to fight–to prove his rank as a man in this world.
He stifled a wince, and smiled. "Come to my tent later, okay?"
(skip?)
"Okay!" He chirped.
Yeet)
(how long do wehave to wait to find out what happened to Edonine? also how far do you want to skip?)
Ill see how it plays out. Chances are it might be a while, but he can still visit her if the commander allows him to leave for a couple days at a time)
And skip to nighttime with the guys hanging out & bonding ?
(sure
rip Pierre misses her already)
The shadowed sky above was choked with clouds by the time Pierre slipped into Cruz's tent, where he heard laughter hanging in the air.
(to clarify: by 'the guys' do you mean a bunch of army friends or specifically Pierre and Francis?)
Army friends & Francis, cos Francis will prolly follow him everywhere xD)
Cruz was trying to shave his face with a pocket knife, sitting on his bed of layered blankets in just his pants. It was a warm night, and most all men de-layered to try and cool down whenever they could. "Oh, hola señor. ¿Qué pasa?" The Spaniard asked, trying to hold a mirror between his knees in front of his face, making him hunch awkwardly.
(lol yeah)
Pierre chuckled, sitting down next to his friend and taking the mirror in his hands. He held it up in front of the Spaniard's face after he tugged his own shirt off, already overheating.
He thanked him quietly, brushing severed hairs off his chin. "Does this look okay?" He asked his friend.
"You look fine," he told Cruz, smirking slightly. "Why, is there someone you want to look nice for?"
"Uhhh, obviously for Commander Bailey." The short man with an awful temper and a stale casserole's worth of a family life– and Cruz's target for picking on.
Pierre snorted, almost choking on his own spit. "I didn't know you had a thing for bridge trolls."
"Ohh little did you know, my friend!" He chortled loudly. "And– And you talk a big game, considering the big city short squirt cemented to your side!" He teased.
Pierre rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Hey, the kid needs a mama. Not my fault that I'm the perfect candidate. And besides, he's probably fourteen, I can't date a fourteen year-old."
"Aye no, he seems like a good kid," Cruz commented. "It'd be a shame if the kid wasn't as uh.. How do you say, feminine?" He chortled.
Pierre shoved his friend’s shoulder, an exasperated grin on his face. “No but seriously, do you have a girl back at home?”
"Hm," his smile sank. "Aye, no. Strangely," he scratched his chin, finding a bit of blood from shaving. He wiped off his face with his shed shirt.
Pierre clapped him on the shoulder, sensing his slight longing. “I’m surprised, what with a face like yours, but you’ll meet someone soon.”
"I've never had a skill for prolonged love, my friend," he spoke with a bit of grief. "I get desperate when I start to lost them, I lose myself in the scramble.."
“Eventually someone will come along that you won’t begin to lose in the first place,” he said gently, doing his best to reassure the Spaniard.
Cruz looked at his friend–practically his brother– and sighed slowly. "How can you say this.." A smile spread on his face, "While being so blatant to the woman in your life, aye? What was her name?" He elbowed Pierre in the side.