"Mr. Mundy!" Marissa greeted, smiling as she saw the man before her. "Where are you headed?"

Mundy, who had been zipping his jacket before he was called, looked up.

"Eh? Oh, just headin' down t'the campa', need t'get a few things."

"Ooo, alright! I think Caley went down there a little while ago!"

Jack chuckled as he made his way passed the boy's mother.

"'ll be sure t'tell Caley y'said 'ello then."

Sniper hummed as he neared his camper, a frown settling on his face as he saw the door to his home swung wide open.

He quickened his pace, cautiously stepping inside, only to see Caleb raiding the place. Disheveled boxes and drawers were scattered about the floor, and the frown on Jack's face worsened.

"Gremlin! Wot in bloody 'ell are ya doin' t'me van?"

The boy swung around, a look of utter fury plastered to his face. He fumed over to where his boyfriend stood, backing Jack up until his knees hit the sofa, causing him to lose his balance and fall back into the seat.

The scout towered over him now, right arm lifting to dangle a piece of fabric before the man's eyes.

Jack stared at it for a moment, completely mortified at what the boy had managed to find. His eyes worked their way up to Caleb's. He smiled shyly, a gesture that the boy did not care to return.

"Y'gonna fuckin' explain yourself? I swear to fuckin' God, man! I just… You… y'see that bat over there? I will bash your brains in with that bat, man! No hesitations! Nobody'll even recognize your ugly kangaroo fucking face!"

"Listen, I… I know 'is looks bad! I do! 'Is not wot it looks like!" He smiled, nodding as he fidgeted in his seat. The man could not think of a situation where he had ever felt this uncomfortable. Even if the boy asked, telling him the truth wasn't exactly ideal.

Caleb shook his head at the marksman and continued to angrily pace the floor, piece of cloth still gripped tightly in his fist.

"Man, are you cheatin'? I'll fuckin' kill you. Who's it with? Was it my mom?" A look of even more disgust passed over the boy's face.

"You're fuckin' sick. That's a new low, even for you."

Jack wrinkled his nose, a look of anger washing over his face.

"Now 'old on a minute! I nevah cheated on anyone, 'nd 'm sick o' bein' accused o' doin' so!"

Caleb stopped, and turned himself to face Mundy. He stalked over to where he sat, leaning himself down so that his eyes matched up with those of his lover.

"Yeah, then what the fuck's goin' on?" The words were hissed from between clenched teeth, and any prior confidence that Sniper had obtained was now diminished by the glints of rage that filtered through his young coworkers eyes.

"Why. Do. You. Have. These?" Each word was filled with a little more rage, and as the last word was squeezed out, the boy held up the object that was infuriating him so. A pair of lace trimmed violet panties.

"Well…" Began the other, eyes shifting to concentrate on Caleb's torso rather than his eyes. "Y'see, I wos… Kinda hopin' y'might… y'know…"

Both curiosity and frustration peaked in the boy, and, while Sniper didn't see a shift on his face, he could feel the boy's eyes boring through the top of his head.

"No. I don't know. Enlighten me, pal."

"I wos jus' thinkin' 'at, maybe, y'could wear 'em for me."

Jack didn't have time to look up, and it took him a moment to realize that he had actually just received a punch to the face. It stung, even more so when he brought up a hand to cradle his jaw.

"Oi! Bloody piss! Wot was 'at for?"

"You're fuckin' lyin'!"

"I's the truth!"

"Bullshit!"

"Look at th'bloody knickers! Didn't even 'ave time t'remove th'damn price tag!"

Caleb lifted the panties, feeling them over until he found the small dangling tag. He frowned.

"Who'd pay 10 bucks for a pair o' undies? Y'can get 'em in an 8 pack for that!"

"Yer thinkin' o' briefs. Ladies got a lil' more class than 'at, love."

"Well, fuck you! I ain't no dame, Jack!"

"I never said y'were!"

"Yeah? Then why you tryna stick me in a pair of women's undies, huh?"

"Y'can pull 'em off!"

There was silence for a moment, and Jack briefly wondered if he was going to receive another jab to the jaw. He flinched for a second, opening his eyes only to see that the scout seemed to be mulling this over.

"Y'really think I can pull 'em off?"

Bingo. If there was one thing Caleb loved, it was being told how great he was at everything. No matter how demeaning those things might be.

"Sure! Sure! Only guy I know in fact! Y'make panties downroight sexy! Couldn't imagine the ol' doc in 'em or anythin'! It takes real talent!"

The young brunette beamed, shrugging to show he simply couldn't help it.

"Heh, well, yeah, y'know…" He nodded. "Can't fix perfection, so… can't really blame ya' for wantin' to see me a little sexier."

"Oh yes, o' course. The infamous Caleb even sexier? Hard t' imagine, mate."

The undertones of sarcasm went unnoticed, as expected when Caleb was on an ego high.

"Can't blame ya, haha. Y'know, if y'really wanted to see me sexy, I got that beer hat from my 21st, really makes me look like a man!"

"Ehhhh, temptin', truly, but… le's jus' do one at a time, 'lright?"

"Why?"

"Not s'sure I could handle th'helmet…"

"Too much, too much. Wouldn't wantchya creamin' your pants, I understand."

"Ehhh… Thanks."

"Well then… guess I'll put 'em on."