Creativity Must Be Present {Oneshots for The Boiz(tm)}

Oops

Dexter Grif x FtM! Caboose's brother! Reader

(Another request from lynx-potato ! ^-^ It really makes me happy to know that you like my writing style so much!)

(Also, I've seen a lot of fanart from RvB and in most of them, Grif was dark skinned so.. I think I'm just gonna stick with that. I tried to look it up to get a canon answer, but I couldn't find anything on it :/)

(All spanish used in this oneshot is meant to be poorly translated from Google translate - I apologize if I offend anyone, but I just thought it'd make things a little more enjoyable :) ))

"Listen up, ladies!" Sarge's voice called through the base, getting Simmons to rise from his seat and stand up straight, ready to take any order his role model gave him.

The Commander grumbled in annoyance as the lazy - possibly laziest in the world - soldier continued to sleep soundly, completely ignoring commands as always.

"Grif!" He shouted, squeezing the trigger of his prized possession and firing a shot right by his feet, starting to wake him up.

"If you don't get off your lazy ass, I swear the next one's going straight through ya!" He yelled again, every single part of him hoping he would continue to ignore him.

"Goddamnit." Sarge grumbled, reluctantly lowering his shotgun as Grif finally got up.

"What could possibly be more important than my daily beauty nap?" He asked. Simmons scoffed.

"Yeah right, your little "beauty nap" is sleeping through the whole day." He commented, crossing his arms.

"Oh shut up, cyborg bitch." The orange clad soldier retorted.

"Jesucristo. Solo existir en el mismo mundo que ustedes idiotas me da ganas de suicidarme." Lopez spoke up, his monotone voice being completely ignored by everyone.

At least, that's what he wished was the case.

"Aw, of course I will, Lopez! I'd be happy to drink up all your milk!" Donut replied happily, his translation as horrible as always.

"Ni siquiera dije ... ¿sabes qué? Simplemente he renunciado por completo a tratar de explicarme más. A la mierda con esta mierda, me voy de este infierno." And with that, Lopez left the base, going anywhere but there.

"Quit yer yappin'! We're getting a new soldier over here in our base."

"Are they sending us another Rookie, Sir?" Simmons asked.

"No. He's being transferred from a different base."

"Man, what I would give to be so, so far from this place.." Grif day dreamed, resting his hands behind his head.

"Oo! Are the Blue's getting a new recruit, too!?"

"Unfortunately they are. Damn dirty Blue's!" Sarge grumbled again, shaking his empty fist.

××××

After about a couple hours, they heard a ship lower into the canyon, it soon leaving after no more than a few seconds.

As Sarge, Simmons, and Donut exited the base to go greet the new recruit, Grif stayed behind, slowly but surely falling back asleep.

Meanwhile over at the Blue base, Caboose was absolutely ecstatic that a certain someone would be in Blood Gulch with him. Even if he was on the other side, neither of them cared.