Gūnther's Bunk

The son of Veritas, Gūnther Hienz, walked into the third cohort, looking around the somewhat decent cohort. He shrugged and threw his bags onto an empty bunk before unpacking his belongings and organizing his things. He hummed slightly as he did so.

Knocking before enetering, I shyly pushed the door open and poked my head inside. "Hello? Gunther?" Not seening the young male around, I entered and sat down on his bunk, placing the notebook on his nightstand

Gūnther walked into the third cohort sweaty and wearing his full Roman battle armour. He was caring his imperial gold mace in his hand, stopping when he saw Thomas sitting on his bunk. "What are you doing here, lier?" He asked him, walking uptoward him.

"Yoj forgot your notebook at the temple"I explained and pointed at the small book on the nightstans. "So I brought it to you"

He blushed a bit and nodded. "Thanks, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders and picked up his journal, going through the pages to make sure nothing had bee written inside or torn out.

"My pleasure"I grinned and streched my arms above my head."Don't worry, it's just like you left it. I didn't open it."

"You better not have. Or I'll break your arms off." He grumbled more before heading to the shower to wash off the dirt and sweat.

"No need to, your diary is intact"I called out after him and, after taking a small walk around the bunck,, I sat back down on the bed, laying back with my arms crossed beneath my head while staring at the ceiling

"First of all its not a "dairy" it's a Journal get it right." He corrected from the showers before coming out in a black t-shirt and black jump shorts. He sat down at the foot of the bed, moving his damp hair to the side.

"Details"I huffed and nudged him gently with my foot."You need to relax"

"You don't tell me to relax, son of Lucifer." Gunther countered as he nudged Thomas' foot back. "And why are you laying on my bunk for? This isn't the Holiday Inn."

"Your bed is wonderful. I'm in love with it"I confessed and purred as I streched

Gūnther blushes slightly before crossing his arms. "Yeah well, it smells like me so..." He flipped his hair to the side, then straightened his hair back.

"Pft, as if. But if it pleases you to think that that's the reason I like your bed, feel free too."I teased him and grinned

"Oh shut up, Thomas before I make you tell a dirty secret." He said smirking at him.

"I don't have any secrets, dirty or not"I replied and smirled back, nudging him again."I'm an open book"

"Yeah, whatever man." He cracked his knuckles. "Now can you move over so I can lay down? I'm tired and my arms are sore."

I hummed and rolled over to the right side.of the large bed, grabbing a pillow along the way amd curling around it

Gunther laid down beside him and sighed, rolling his eyes. "You can't sleep here, you know?"

"Qhy not?"I whined and pouted, clutching the pillow closer to my chest."Your bed likes me"

"Well my bed is my bed and it likes me best." With that, he turned around and pushed Thomas off of his bed, smirking. "See? Told you so."

I yelped as I landed on the hard wooden floor on jy butt."Ouch. That was mean!"I whined and climbed back on the bed, puahing him away

He laughed a bit, stopping himself from falling off the bed himself. "Aw reakly? That's for the compliment."

"Jerk" I muttered and pouted. "It wasn't a compliment"

"Jerk? I'm not a jerk, Thomas." He said, turning to face him.