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Friedrich nodded and returned with a few more checks. Reflex reaction, eye sight, and a few other things. All in all the man was in a decent shape - not that much worse than the previous time Friedrich had seen him. But considering the description of what he had been doing during his off duty time… well, the medic could only predict future liver problems. 

"A faulty respawn, Ben" Friedrich finally looked up at him as he finished scribbling down a wall of text for an update in the man’s medical file. Though there was still the blood tests he would have to run and those will take a day or two to get results from.  All in all, Friedrich hoped the soldier was in decent shape. And if not, well he’d have to nurse him back to health. 

"And yes, a healthy relationship needs a healthy amount of arguments and fights… However I’m afraid some may cause to a termination of such a relation" However Friedrich smiled "Not our case so far, and I pray it will stay that way. I quite like having my husband by my side" he admitted in a little purr like tone. "You can put your clothes back on though, I would hate to have you getting a cold as soon as you have arrived" Friedrich cackled and put all of his things aside now, taking a moment to just grab a good squeeze of that mountain of muscle that was Ben. He buried his face deep in his neck and grinned "I’ve missed you a great deal buddy. And I do hope you’ll stay longer this time" he sighed, content to have his friend back and looking to be fairly well. 

His expression dropped into one of dread upon Friedrich’s revealing the problem with the bases’ respawn, and his breath caught at arguments leading to the end of a relationship, only relaxing when the medic leaned in and hugged him. It didn’t take him long to wrap his own arms around the man and squeeze him back.

"I’m sure it’ll be alright," he mumbled into Friedrich’s shoulder, letting his eyes close for a minute while enjoying the comfort. “‘N I’ll be around."

He grabbed fistfulls of the other’s shirt as he gave him one final squeeze and let go, stood up and flashed Friedrich a smile before reaching for his t-shirt. “‘N I should be alright, too. Too dumb to catch a cold anyway.”

He still slipped the overcoat on and fixed the top button. “But I won’t take any risks.”




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mediocresolly:

The soldier followed the medic farther into his office, listening to what the man said while remaining quiet only to smile at the others’ jokes. He shrugged off his shirt while mulling over what he should answer, what he should ask in return, and found himself staring at the fabric of his overcoat. He apologized and slipped the t-shirt over his head as well, made sure to hang both neatly off the back of the chair.

"Jus’ keep in mind that I’ll be here t’help you out if things go south," Ben sat down and eyed the metal tray with a furrowed brow, searching it for scalpels. He relaxed some when he couldn’t find any. "Ain’t gotta take any crap alone. Don’t gotta keep it in either," he looked up and met Friedrich’s eyes. "I trust the both of you talk about the problems y’all have?"

Ben leaned back into the chair, hands clasped together in his lap, watching Friedrich pick up something from the tray, “I ain’t been reinstated yet, ‘n I’ve taken a few sick days t’get things back under control. T’check how many people I know ‘round here now.” The soldier snorted, “Seen some new faces but only glimpsed one or two from the ol’ team. Crowd’s been thinning out?”

"I can’t blame them much. But all the same I’m a little relieved" Friedrich admitted, picking up the stethoscope and adorning it around his neck for a moment while he fetched the Otoscope and went to Ben’s side, turning the little light on and taking a good look at his ears. First the right, then the left. "It’s too cold for the of them. And a lot retire. The majority however just prefer to switch bases for the obvious hazard… you do remember, right?" he smiled bitterly, of course meaning the faulty respawn. The weather never did it any good and so didn’t the engineers. Never could figure out how to make it function properly during the blizzards. 

Friedrich let the piece of equipment rest on the table and wore the stethoscope, placing it over Ben’s chest “Breath deep please” he ordered and listened, tisking a little to the sound of well, too much smoking for this man. The medic gave the soldier a small scolding look and sighed, placing the tip of the tool at a few more places before examining his breathing from the back as well. Same results.

Friedrich sighed and rose, fetching Ben’s file from the long tray on his desk and opening it on a certain page in order to scribble down a few notes. 

"As for Johannes and myself… we try to talk about our problems as much as that is possible" he paused and let the stethoscope rest on the table as well, picking up a new empty syringe and a piece of cotton, dipping it in some antiseptics and returning to the soldier again, he picked up his arm and cleaned a little spot over his vein before sticking the needle in and slowly pulling some of his blood. "Though I can’t say all of it is going all too well. Especially recently" he didn’t elaborate more however, focusing on getting the sample full before withdrawing the needle and pressing the cotton piece on top of the little hole he made "Hold it please". 

Ben followed the medic’s work out of the corner of his eye, “I actually can’t recall, people kept mentioning their problems wherever I went to. Ain’t got the slightest idea which note of precaution was for Coldfront.”

He saw Friedrich’s look at the sound of his breath and felt his heart drop into his abdomen, bit into his cheek and let his gaze fall to his fiddling thumbs. He still offered his arm without protest when the other approached him with the syringe, and held the wad of cotton obediently as the medic walked off with the vial of blood.

"I’m sure the two of you will be fine," Ben released a breath and sat up straight, trying not to read into the expression Friedrich had been making. "Every relationship’s got its up and downs, ‘n a fight every now and then’s needed to clear the air."




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Friedrich chuckled, shaking his head “No, you know me by now Ben. When I find something good in this life, it comes with a whole mine-filed of its own”.

The mentioning of Johannes did make his smile fall a little just as well, looking around his office uncomfortably “He keeps me happy and healthy for the most part” Friedrich started, sighing lightly “It’s just sometimes keeping things on a steady wave is difficult. And it is not because of him. But rather because of me…” And a certain spy he didn’t want to mention for the moment. But he smiled right back again “And yes, he does keep me up a great deal of the nights” Friedrich snickered, patting Ben’s shoulder as he did.

He did pause for a moment and nodded on a more serious note now “A checkup it is then” Friedrich said, motioning Bennet to come and sit on the spare chair while he went for his tools. “And Don’t worry, I’ll try to get some proper sleep tonight” Friedrich continued while carrying the little silvery tray back to his table. Though of course that was a lie. Tonight he was to meet with Pier again. Or rather… make sure he understands that nothing has change in their little set up hierarchy.

"Are you back to work around here then?" the medic asked, gesturing Ben to take off his shirt. 

The soldier followed the medic farther into his office, listening to what the man said while remaining quiet only to smile at the others’ jokes. He shrugged off his shirt while mulling over what he should answer, what he should ask in return, and found himself staring at the fabric of his overcoat. He apologized and slipped the t-shirt over his head as well, made sure to hang both neatly off the back of the chair.

"Jus’ keep in mind that I’ll be here t’help you out if things go south," Ben sat down and eyed the metal tray with a furrowed brow, searching it for scalpels. He relaxed some when he couldn’t find any. "Ain’t gotta take any crap alone. Don’t gotta keep it in either," he looked up and met Friedrich’s eyes. "I trust the both of you talk about the problems y’all have?"

Ben leaned back into the chair, hands clasped together in his lap, watching Friedrich pick up something from the tray, “I ain’t been reinstated yet, ‘n I’ve taken a few sick days t’get things back under control. T’check how many people I know ‘round here now.” The soldier snorted, “Seen some new faces but only glimpsed one or two from the ol’ team. Crowd’s been thinning out?”




mediocresolly said:
The soldier waddles into the medbay's waiting room, cheeks hollow and skin a sickly yellow, overall much thinner, but smiling just about as wide as any other good day he'd had. He takes a seat and leans back in his chair, humming and rolling his thumbs as he waits for Friedrich to show up.  

khatmedic2:

khatmedic2:

Friedrich wasn’t doing much. Rather, he was sleeping on his table as per the usual with the last few days of not getting any sleep whatsoever. He didn’t notice or wake up to the sound of footsteps but when the soldier started humming, the little tune gradually brought the man around. 

Upon waking up, Friedrich didn’t realize there was someone waiting for him, until the little humming finally got to him through his groggy self, to which he leaned over the desk just enough to catch a glimpse of the figure. He squinted his eyes for a long moment, trying to match facts with current appearance before finally cackling.

"Ben!" He exclaimed, trying to get out from behind his desk thought failing rather miserably, his feet still not coordinated with each other "Where have you been again?" He called from underneath the table and fiunally got up, heading towards the waiting room. 

Friedrich snickered, returning the embrace with a tight squeeze of his own “And? Did you find anything better?” He cackled, hoping for a positive answer. “I’ve been alright. Work and some more work, you know how that is. Keeps you all busy”. That and many more things that kept the medic up during his nights, which was probably obvious by his once again dark sacs under his eyes and the overall untended look of his features.

"I’m glad to see you all well and in one piece my friend. It has been a long time since your last visit.Tea, Coffee?". 

"Lots to drink. Company was so-so", he shrugged. "Wasn’t too bad, least I got a good opportunity to sleep.

"… You look like you’d need to jump over a fence and seek out greener pastures y’self."

Ben’s smile faded, replaced by a furrow deepening across his forehead as his brows scrunched together. He huffed and folded his arms across his chest, “thought that partner o’yours would look after you”, the soldier’s mouth curled into a smirk, “But I s’pose he could be keepin’ you up, too.

Jokes aside, make sure t’take care of yourself. Alright?”

He fidgeted a little before answering Friedrich’s final question, eyes drifting to just beneath the mans eyes, but managed to light up in another smile, teasing this time, when he decided to speak;

"Could actually need a checkup, this time around. Even I can see I’m not the picture of health.
'N unless y'need it to keep your eyes open I'd suggest t'stay away from the coffee and actually sleepin' tonight.”




mediocresolly said:
The soldier waddles into the medbay's waiting room, cheeks hollow and skin a sickly yellow, overall much thinner, but smiling just about as wide as any other good day he'd had. He takes a seat and leans back in his chair, humming and rolling his thumbs as he waits for Friedrich to show up.  

khatmedic2:

Friedrich wasn’t doing much. Rather, he was sleeping on his table as per the usual with the last few days of not getting any sleep whatsoever. He didn’t notice or wake up to the sound of footsteps but when the soldier started humming, the little tune gradually brought the man around. 

Upon waking up, Friedrich didn’t realize there was someone waiting for him, until the little humming finally got to him through his groggy self, to which he leaned over the desk just enough to catch a glimpse of the figure. He squinted his eyes for a long moment, trying to match facts with current appearance before finally cackling.

"Ben!" He exclaimed, trying to get out from behind his desk thought failing rather miserably, his feet still not coordinated with each other "Where have you been again?" He called from underneath the table and fiunally got up, heading towards the waiting room. 

The abrupt noise and calling of his name had Ben quiet down and peek around the corner, to quickly get out of his seat and hurry to the medic’s side to assist him. As Friedrich got up alright by himself and headed over to meet him, the soldier slowed his step as his face stretched back into that wide grin, little wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. He spread his arms and embraced the other man when they met, giving him a good clap on the back. “Jumped over the fence ‘n went lookin’ for greener pastures,” he snorted, and let go of the medic to hold him at arms length, looking him over. “Been a ways off. How are you?”




Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

  • ♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
  • ♕: Holding hands
  • ♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
  • ♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
  • ♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
  • ♙: Sharing a bed
  • ♚: Head scratches
  • ♛: Sharing a dessert
  • ♜: Shoulder rubs
  • ♝: Reading a book together
  • ♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
  • ♟: Patching up a wound
  • ♤: Taking a bath together
  • ♧: Your muse playing with their hair
  • ♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
  • ♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
  • ♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
  • ♣: Back scratches
  • ♥: Your muse crying about something
  • ♦: Slow dancing



Anonymous said:
Hey if you are still doing that art meme, do you think you can draw Ben eating ice cream? Everybody loves ice cream! What's his preferred flavor of ice cream?  

[Holy shit anon, if I’m still doing that art meme after 8 months? Well yeah but I won’t promise a mona lisa. Who the heck are you anyway







[A relationship with Ben would mean an open relationship where all he would demand would be cuddling in front of the tv or reading the newspaper or just, sleeping. That and the other party would owe him massages every time they go out to get laid or get served fake crank.]




im a shitty rp partner tho

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