((Sickbay, Deck 5, USS Octavia E Butler))
Max had found and secured his little cat, Haggis. Toz was a little sorry to see the fellow go.
Maxwell: Probably run about after him more than I do the junior Marines.
Toz: Speaking junior marines, rumor has it that you got dowsed with a bit of fire foam. ::looking him over:: Any adverse effects?
Maxwell: response
Toz: Okay, just what happened? If I’m to pass on rumors, I need the know the straight skinny.
The doctor raised her eyebrows hoping it would encourage the marine to spill the beans. So to speak.
Maxwell: Response
The explanation was just as amusing as Haggis hopping onto her desk. She was certainly glad her nursing staff didn’t do those things.
Maxwell: Oh aye, they're always up tae something. It's like looking after a bunch ae kids at times.
Toz: I also heard you were able to find some Klingon opera. It’s a wonder it didn’t bust your eardrums. I don’t like Klingon opera, you know.
A smile and the glint in his eyes proved his statement was tinged with affection, as Marines trained hard but also played hard. It brought men together in a brotherly way. They'd die for each other.
Maxwell: I should ae become a teacher.
Toz: Agreed.
Max: response
Lt.(jg) Doctor Toz
Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Octavia E Butler
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