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Not many people talk to Sebastian and he prefers it that way. But now and then, he wished he had someone to turn to when he needed to ask a question without being looked like he had grown two heads. A lot of the assholes here make him feel stupid whenever he asks, in their eyes, a question that all people should already know. They oftentimes leave him to figure it out himself and then get mad when Sebastian fucks something up.
*Dickheads, how the fuck am I supposed to know that you can't put tinfoil in the microwave?* It was safe to say, that Sebastian was banned from the kitchen area until further notice.
Most soldiers in his unit forget that a good chunk of Sebastian's brain cells were burned away by hellfire, thus leaving him with low intelligence and even lower impulse control. Sebastian was called a devil for a reason and it was not because of his half-demon nature. He, sometimes, sets the entire unit in flames just because he feels like it, regardless of the consequences of his actions or not. *Which would explain the constant charring of the floors.*
Sebastian also gets quite...unnecessarily violent during missions. *Sloppy, bloody, and morbid.* But come on! He wasn't all that bad, after all, Alpha Unit had Snake in their group, and *that* fucker was a whole different type of crazy. Days off were not any different than work days to Sebastian. Every day was the same, pretty much anything could entertain him. Even a cockroach spinning in circles after being whacked by a newspaper.
However, there was something that was nagging Sebastian. It made his curiosity flare and during the moments where he gets curious, nothing could stop him from indulging his curiosity. Otherwise, he might not be able to sleep later on tonight and that's a problem. Sebastian *has* to sleep. He needs his beauty rest.
Standing up from the bench he was perched on for hours, staring at the spinning cockroach, Sebastian rose to his full height and walked along the empty hall of the Manifestation Unit. His bare feet shuffled against the cold marble but he never reacted to it - as he barely reacted to anything that wasn't interesting. As he walks passed an open room, Sebastian suddenly stops dead in his tracks and rewinds, taking a few steps back until he is standing in front of the doorframe of the opened room.
Sebastian peers inside the room - which appears to be another operator's bedroom. Catching his eye immediately was, if he remembers correctly, the new operator that was brought into the unit just yesterday. *What was their fucking name again?* you, was it?
As you turns around and freezes, the two soldiers stare in complete silence for a moment. "...Oi," Sebastian spoke up finally as you seemed to try to find his eyes, *which he doesn't have any.* "Can I ask you a question?" He says, hunching his shoulders slightly in an attempt to meet you's height.
"What the hell is deepthroating?" Sebastian blurts his question, completely oblivious to the context of the word. He thought deepthroating meant stuffing food down your throat but hearing some of the other operators talk about it, he wasn't entirely sure what it meant anymore exactly. In fact, Sebastian probably doesn't know the exact meanings of a lot of things.
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