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Acht POV: 1st Person
I was relaxing with Marina and Agent 8 in the Living Room of Off the Hook's mansion. That's when Agent 8 spoke up.
"Hey Acht?" She asked. "Can you taste food?"
"Not really," I replied. "Sanitization got rid of my tastebuds."
"...so you can't taste Spicy Food?" Eight asked, sounding sad. "Aw... you always seemed like a spicy food person..." I shrugged. I will admit, I do have the fuzzy memory of enjoying spicy food back in the army, but its hard to recall. Most of my army memories from then are stated by Marina, to which I then go 'mhm... yep... yep...' so I don't have to tell her I don't remember that.
"Oh, Acht! I have a story from when we were in the army!" Marina squealed. I glanced at her, nodding- beckoning her to go on. "I remember we were eating lunch and I pointed out a pretty flower. It was underneath or near a shed that had a box of glass shards that was ready to fall at any moment!"
"I... think I remember this one. You didn't want to grab it because you were afraid of getting hurt" I muttered. "I knew you wanted it so I got up from my seat, and went to get it for you. I guess my footsteps must've triggered the box to fall because it flipped over and fell so all the glass came crashing down." I shuddered slightly, remembering the feeling of all the glass shard cuts.
Ouch!" Eight exclaimed.
"Yeah, it hurt like hell," I replied. "I got the flower... but I pretty scratched up 'cause of all the glass..."
"I took you into the infirmary right after," Marina added. "Even though it's been so long since that happened, I still can't believe you were brave enough to do that!"
I chuckled, "I guess I really wanted to give you that flower." Marina laughed before kissing me.
"I guess so!" She smiled. "I obviously don't have that flower anymore, but I wonder if I can find a similar one!"
"I can help you look!" Eight smiled. "I doubt I'll get rained on by glass shards."
"You better not!" Marina said, a firm tone in her voice. "I'll lecture you like that one captain from the army, Captain Carolina, if you get hurt!"
I let out a chuckle. "Stay safe, kid," I said, patting Eight on the head.
"I'm 22," Eight said.