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Geumsaegi hadn't been in the ranks of the Wolfgang Corps long but he'd already grown pretty tired of it.
Between Mulmangcho constantly getting under his skin or trying to get him killed, his failings in getting his commander to trust him for very long, Officer Yeou (that bitch), and the fact that he was constantly looked down upon by a bunch of lowlife thugs in camo, he was stocked in reasons as to why he should just call it quits.
Unfortunately he had an obligation both to his country and to Dr Dudeoji to continue working, but that didn't make it any more enjoyable.
However, there was a silver-lining.
He did always enjoy fishing, even if in the last few years it'd been mostly for practical reasons like messages or the like, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.
The way that the wolves treated Dudeoji was poor enough that there was no shortage of opportunities for Geumsaegi to go fishing, even if it began to feel more like routine than a fun aside.
Of course, it didn't come without any baggage; there weren't just wolves in the party.
"Fancy seeing you here," Jogjebi began, sarcasm often being his way of saying hello, "You're quite the frequent fisher, huh?"
Geumsaegi repressed the urge to throw himself into the water and gave conversation back in kind, "Well, I have always had a knack for it; often I used to fish during my off-time back in Weasel Unit."
The assistant shrugged, "Alot more time than my brother probably should've given you, though I recall he always gushed to me about your time in his ranks," The pale weasel snickered, "I think he might've fancied you more as a boyfriend than a Special Aide."
The squirrel grimaced, "Yeah, perhaps not, I've heard tales about how high-powered weasels treated their mouse partners."
"Well, you know," He crouched by Geumsaegi, "It wasn't always so bad, and besides," He jabbed a finger into Geumsaegi's cheek, the squirrel adjusting to the side almost instantly, "You're a dormouse, you're not even really a mouse even though you're similar. You were really special to him."
"I did value his leadership, even in the wake of the brain damage he suffered. He is sorely missed, in the wake of current leadership atleast-"
Jogjebi groaned, "Oh god, don't get me started on that old fuck! Thinks just because he survived the war and he outlived his competition that he's some sorta leader, like he's really that reliable? He's a scientist! He can't lead shit, that's why he's trying to unify with the wolves, atleast that way he can't get his ass kicked and booted out of his position."
"Uuhh... Right." Geumsaegi chose not to dignify any of that.
"Besides, I don't have to deal with his ass, I'm perfectly happy being a second-in-command if it means I don't have to deal with him and those fuckin' Sturgeons. Those were way too dangerous to be practical but noooo, we just had to keep fuckin' working and working on them as if Flower Hill weren't advancing on us, and then everyone's shocked when they rendered the whole war a resounding landslide victory!"
Jogjebi sighed, "'s a load of shit if you ask me, that's why I'm a wolf guy."
Geumsaegi blinked, "Do you... Always tell your life-story to random people trying to fish?"
"Well no, but I'm bored and we got intel on the line since the mice failed to get the good-doctor's assistant. That fuckin' squirrel."
Bamsaegi, right, he was on the chopping block. God, he wished that he could see his brother, or Juldarami, or anyone for that matter. Being around a bunch of rowdy canine douches didn't exactly render him excited.
"So, how about you?" Jogjebi asked suddenly, "How'd you end up here anyway?"
Geumsaegi stared at Jogjebi briefly as the Weasel looked back at him expectantly, "Well... After the Toadstool Bomb Incident, I was kinda left drifting for awhile as I evaded capture... Eventually, I linked up with the Weasels right after they failed to execute a couple of Flower Hill soldiers."
"And you transferred because...?"
"Huinjogjebi's orders, after I quelled a rebellion in the remaining Weasel Army."
"Huh, so you're one of the guys who actually supports that old loony bastard?" The Weasel scoffed, "I was starting to respect you."
"Hey, you do what you can to survive during a brewing war, I did what I had to to not be caught in the crossfire; truthfully I couldn't give less of a shit about either side, I just wanted to be somewhere more competent." Geumsaegi amended, actually being somewhat genuine for a change.
Jogjebi huffed, "Right, I suppose that's fair... Anyway, how many more fish we gotta need before we meet quota?"
"How many did we need?"
"Eeehhh 'bout 40-something?"
"Hm... Well," He looked towards the bucketfull of fish, catching a sly wolf solider trying to pick at his haul. The squirrel gave a mean glare to the soldier and he grumbled something rude and went back to his spot, "... I have around... 50?"
"Shit, for real? Damn, okay, I guess that means we can-"
"We're bringing all of them back, uneaten." Geumsaegi stated firmly.
Jogjebi frowned and whined, "Oh come the hell on, really? I'm hungry as hell and I'm not waiting until I get back to eat some fuckin' cafeteria food!"
"If you wanna eat fish, catch some yourself instead of making yourself a little too-known to some random dormouse," He smirked smugly, "Maybe you fancy me more a boyfriend than you do a Liason Officer?"
The Weasel, caught off-guard by having his words thrown back at him so effortlessly, spluttered nervously, "Y-You- I-"
"Struck a nerve did I? I was good at that back in the Weasel Army, maybe you shoulda learnt a thing or two?" Geumsaegi was revelling in embarrassing the younger Jogjebi like this.
"Wh-Why you-" His cheeks were flushed a soft pink, "You're a little shit, how could my brother have ever loved you as much as he did?!"
"I got results and I was trustworthy, just like I have with," He swatted another roaming wolf's hand away from the bucket, "These precious fish here."
"Even he wouldn't have tolerated this disrespect, you know that, you saw that!"
"And yet you're calling him gay and implying that I was his unrequited crush, both after he died?"
"Sh-Shut up, you little prick!" The Weasel exclaimed in embarassed frustration as he stood to address the wolves, "Boys, we've met the quota, we're going back to base!" He yelled, "I better not see any of you sneaking any fish you didn't catch yourselves!"
He was met with murmurs and groans from the various canines.
He glared down at the 'dormouse', "Don't you fuckin' dare try and embarrass me like that again, you freak! I ain't gay, and I certainly wouldn't wanna fuck some cute dormouse like you!"
Geumsaegi shrugged and stood as well, grabbing the bucket, "You just called me cute, so I'd reevaluate yourself if I were you." He spoke simply, walking back to their shared jeep.
The Weasel, now even more pink because of his slip-up, just growled, "Some day I'll get you back, stupid cute Liason Officer..."