Monty smirked at her muffled snicker. The fucker did deserve it, he bruised her ribs for quite a damn while, then again, she could have let them healed more by going strait to her Medic instead of hiding it. She silently hoped the scout suffered longer than she did. It wasn’t a very nice thing, but he’d been an ass to her. “Make sure you give him a good smack, eh love?”
“You’re still special in my eyes, and if I’m not mistaken, you’re talkin’ ‘bout Leroy, yeah? Think I got one of his letters to you by accident. Sorry honey, but I kept it and responded to it before givin’ it to you.” Monty looked away sheepishly, not that she was embarrassed, but she didn’t think Zam’d ever find out. Too late now.
“Being a fucking nerd. He’s been getting into foreign languages recently. He and Montressor’ve been babbling back and forth in Italian for a while… Otherwise just being a bookworm and working out.” Monty shrugged, he was so predictable, sometimes she had a hard time believing that they were related, let alone TWINS. “Mad? Hell-fuck-naw. Dame doesn’t get mad, let alone at the little babe he had a thing for at one point in time.”
“And if he doesn’t? I’ll just mess him over more. Like this!” Monty pulled off the cowgirl hat and messed up the beauty’s short hair, creating instant bed-head.
“Noooo! They can’t take you away from me!” She wrapped her arms and legs around the poor girl, holding her close and rocking back and forth, pretending to cry wildly. “Yoou can’t leeeeeve me, baby!”
Zamira’s laugh quieted down to a slight chuckle, only to rise back up to a giggle. “Yeah, Ah sure will. He might be rather confused, though,” she smirked, sticking her tongue out childishly before sighing slightly as she calmed back down. There were several Scouts at her temporary base, though… She’ll just have to find the one that seemed to have more difficulties breathing compared to the rest, now, won’t she? It shouldn’t be too hard. If all else fails, ask a Medic.
She nodded at the mention of Leroy. He was probably the only other RED she knew, besides Monty, Damien, and Montressor. She smirked at the memory of running into him at the base, but snapped back to reality at the mention of a letter. Leroy? Writing a letter? Was that even possible? … Could he even write? “Nah, Ah dun think it was a letter t’ me. He dun write t’ me. Must o’ been fer ya. Why ya actin’ like it was a bad thang that ya wrote back t’ him?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. It was obvious the girl didn’t mind either way. Honestly, it was Monty, the woman she trusted her life with more than anybody else out here! A simple postal mistake wasn’t that bad, even if it were true.
“Oh? Cool. That was rather fast. Does he know anythin’ besides Italian?” she perked up slightly, obviously interested. Damien being a bookworm? That was nothing new. Working out? Not only was that nothing new, it was expected. He was soldier, and he worked in a war. Zamira would have been concerned if he WASN’T working out. She visibly relaxed at the assurance that he wasn’t mad. “Yeah… Ah guess ye’re right… That’s what Ah was really worried ‘bout. Ah thought he might’ve been upset ‘bout that, an’ he still hadn’t gotten over it…”
A high pitch shriek wormed its way out of Zamira’s throat, the girl desperately trying to grab her hat while stopping the messing of her hair. Obviously, it didn’t work, and she glared up at Monty slightly. She couldn’t hold her smile for long, and soon she was laughing as she tried to smooth her hair back into its original state. “Gosh dang it, Monty,” she muttered with a hiccup of a giggle. Luckily, her short hair prevented any knots from forming, so she soon had it back to normal. With a huff she reached for her hat, yanking it back onto her head.
“Ah’m sorry, Ah dun have a choice!” she replied, doing her best to squirm out of Monty’s grasp. No luck. She was stuck. “Ah dun wanna leave, but it ain’t my choice. Ah’m sorry… Ya still have me fer ‘bout a month or so, though.”