Working in the hot sun, New Mexico could get pretty damn hot.
Unfortunately, Anon and Medic had to endure that heat. The two had been sent out into the borders of the base after a pretty brutal match. To look for anything to store for Medic’s later experiments. He had brought some popsicles, it was a heatwave, after all.

“Ach, mein freund. I vould, but my hands are a bit dirty.” Medic chuckled, hands half plunged into the bucket of blood and other organs he had picked up.

“Oh. Er. Do you want me to hold it for you?” Anon suggested, holding the popsicle out for him so he could eat it without having to hold it.

He smiled, nodding. “Hm. Alright.”