iresso and jorgan
Mar. 6th, 2012 11:07 pmThey stood at attention while he made inspections, two neat lines. When Jorgan got to Iresso, the solider managed to still look pleased with himself, despite the neutral expression. Jorgan ignored it as he searched through Iresso's uniform and bunk. Finding nothing out of order, at least nothing big enough to pull him out for, he finally gave in and motioned to the new tattoo. "You lose a bet, solider?"
Iresso grinned. "Got it in Nar Shaddaa during last shore leave, sir."
"Uh huh. Regulation number 670-1-"
"Refer to hair and cosmetics," he interrupted, then added at Jorgan's stare, "sir. I checked before I had it done."
He was still standing at attention, hands clasped behind him, shoulders flat, head up. And still grinning. Jorgan let that slide; Iresso was a good soldier, stupid personal decisions aside. It was a big one, from cheek down to collar. Some bad interpretation of Zabrak tattoos, Jorgan thought. "Had to be the face, huh."
"Hurt like a bitch, sir," Iresso replied cheerfully.
"You should the one Lir got!" Kaelan called out, and Iresso added with a snicker, "More like where he got it."
Down the line Lir leaned out of attention, shooting Iresso a dirty look. Jorgan snorted. "You can keep that to yourself, Lir."
Iresso grinned. "Got it in Nar Shaddaa during last shore leave, sir."
"Uh huh. Regulation number 670-1-"
"Refer to hair and cosmetics," he interrupted, then added at Jorgan's stare, "sir. I checked before I had it done."
He was still standing at attention, hands clasped behind him, shoulders flat, head up. And still grinning. Jorgan let that slide; Iresso was a good soldier, stupid personal decisions aside. It was a big one, from cheek down to collar. Some bad interpretation of Zabrak tattoos, Jorgan thought. "Had to be the face, huh."
"Hurt like a bitch, sir," Iresso replied cheerfully.
"You should the one Lir got!" Kaelan called out, and Iresso added with a snicker, "More like where he got it."
Down the line Lir leaned out of attention, shooting Iresso a dirty look. Jorgan snorted. "You can keep that to yourself, Lir."