[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1300
Outside Base

Securing his weapon on the vest he wore, Rob waited for Cooper to join him. With a fast mouth and the woman was taking her sweet time to come out. While he waited he was still trying figure out why she wanted him to join her, when there were so many others. Explore the vast area around them she said. It was a massive jungle for love of god. And the humidity, he wiped his forehead, was unbearable. If she didn't hurry up, he was going to walk back inside and get back to work.


Hearing footsteps, "I thought I might had to wait another hour as your hair needed styling," He threw her a long bored look. Getting all decked up would be moot since sweat would undo all that work." He didn't think for one moment that she would be getting decked up for him, it was fun to pick on her about something other than the s'mores.

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[Isabelle Cooper]

1300
Outside Base

Isabelle just walked right past him, she face tilted up towards the sky, taking in the sunlight. She did not mind the humidity, nor was the afraid of a little sweat. "I was braiding my hair." she called back over her shoulder as she kept walking, "And that only takes five minutes if I am not picky about how it looks." she added. Of course he'd think she would take forever to get ready, when the hardest part of getting ready was often deciding what she wanted to do with her hair. 

Izzy stopped walking and turned back around to where he still stood, "Why is it men automatically assume that when women take any amount of time before going somewhere we are getting ready?  I was making sure I was adequately prepared for...." she pointed over her shoulder to the mass of trees that made up the jungle, "This." he probably thought she was crazy for wanting to go walking thru a largely unexplored jungle, but how else was it going to get explored? 

[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1302
Outside Base

He tried to hide his bafflement when she walked past him. For a tiny thing she did have big mouth or rather an attitude. Then again so did he have it, the attitude that was. Exhaling he walked behind her, as she talked, "Five minutes could be an hour for I care, Cooper." Then adjusted his cap and shook his head and kept walking. If he wasn't careful, she might kill him and leave him here. Then again he would pay to see her face Matt's anger.

Stopping he pulled out the canteen, and rose an eyebrow at her question, "Because they do?" he shot back, "And of course..." he tucked it back into this vest and brushed past her talking few steps and turning and facing her, "experience." His mother had once taken two hours to get ready. Then there was Alison, his ex did take time getting ready. "We men take 10 minutes tops to get ready. What's with paint wars and women?" he looked amused. He could brand her crazy for trying explore this place. And sooner or later, Matt would have ordered it anyway. Might as well make it worth while.

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[Isabelle Cooper]

1302
Outside Base


"There is about fifty five minutes separating five minutes from an hour, Captain." She replied back as she shook her head. Men could be so impatient sometimes, and over the smallest thing. Of course he had a smart ass response to anything she said, "War paint? You talk like women are savages always prepping for war...when really what takes "hours" is that we feel like we have to look a certain way otherwise society will say we do not care about how we look." 

Isabelle wanted to grab a stick and give him a good whack upside the head, maybe a that would knock some sense into him. She started walking again, "Also I'd like to see you try and put on some war paint without making yourself look like a clown." 

[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1302- 1304
Outside Base

A wise man always kept his mouth shut, at times Rob wasn't exactly wise. He knew when to open his big mouth, but at times didn't know when to keep it shut, "My point exactly," he told her, and tucked the canteen securely, "Those five minutes can feel like fifty five minutes." He moved a branch out his way and held it away so she could move past it. The two words made him why didn't he just let the leave slap her. She was testing his patience. Letting her have her say he walked past her -listening.

He stopped and looked at her, when she called him out on the makeup, turning his gaze from the view of the valley before him, which alone could not be described, and looked at her, "I have no skills when it comes to make-up. I have watch woman put them on plenty of times." He couldn't have able to tell a difference between a powder and a foundation. And all the brushes made his head spin.

For a moment he looked at her again. There was scene before them and they were fighting like kids, "I surely hope you didn't bring me out here to take a bite of my head. Cooper, let's just enjoy the view." Without inviting her he just looked out.

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[Isabelle Cooper]

1304

Outside Base

"So you are saying you can be impatient at times. Good to know."  ten minutes feeling like fifty, what was he? Six years old and unable to tell time? Isabelle sighed, they really knew how to annoy each other sometimes, but they also got along rather well.  "I surely hope you didn't bring me out here to take a bite of my head. Cooper, let's just enjoy the view." Isabelle glanced at him before turning and following his gaze, "What makes you think I am not already enjoying the veiw?" she asked as she playfully poked him in the side. 

[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1304
Outside Base

He frowned as she spoke, then looked at her after breaking his gaze from the view before him, took her in all while she poke, "You know," he kept his voice straight, "that really tickles." If he could scoff he would. He wasn't really easily tickled. She was right who was to say she wasn't enjoying the view. Without inviting her, Bobby sat down for a rest and leaned his back on a tree trunk, and again looked out.

"Nothing," he told her, "I merely assumed. Like you taking ages to get ready or something." He was not going let her forget. If she wasn't dropping it either. He was sure that till they all went home and back to what could be considered normal lives, both of them would be picking on each other and till they both were nuts.

He was certain that his father would give him a good smack and a reminder that he was a Captain, a man in his 40's plus a father; and acting like a child was not done. He couldn't help it if the banter was fun.

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[Isabelle Cooper]

1305
Outside Base

Isabelle scoffed and shook her head, "You are not ticklish, so stop lying." she crossed her arms over her chest and looked out over the trees.   It was a peaceful moment and it did not last long at all because Bobby felt the need to keep on with the whole "she took forever to get ready" thing. Isabelle's eyes slowly slid over to where he was not sitting and she frowned, "Like I said earlier...I did not make you come do anything.. so if this is taking up so much of your time, then by all means go back to trying to stay awake as you go over reports."  for a brief moment her Italian accent became stronger but it was quickly replaced by her more English sounding one.  With that she moved a branch that was in her way and kept walking down the "path" they had been following from the Base, not looking back to see if Bobby was following or not.       

[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1305
Outside Base

While he knew laughing at her words about him not being ticklish was wrong and he would likely to regret it, he did it anyway, "Bobby never lies," he added in mock horror, and half a smile. Leaned forward a little, "Maybe sometimes," his half smile turned boyish, before he winked and leaned back to rest his back on the trunk. The beauty of the area made him miss home. If he could bring Robbie through the gate, he knew the boy would love the mass jungle and would be found camping with Matt most likely. As he was not much of a camper.

His train of thought was cut short by her words and tone she was using. Her words made him frown. When had he given the impression that this was waste of his precious time? He was sure he made it clear that he was happy to get away from the piles of paper work on his desk. While his CO/cousin might not be happy about, it was driving him nutty. By the time he opened his mouth to say something, she was already walking away. Closing his eyes for a moment he prayed for the strength to tolerate her for the duration of this trip and without wanting to hurt her at the same time. Shaking his head he got to his feet, making an attempt to catch up to her, "Like going through paper work is real fun, Cooper." He might have added more snark than required. Maye he should start digging his own grave....somewhere around here.

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