This was beautiful. And the part with the grenade had me in stitches. Great work Flamm. I'm loving this story~

Love this story. Plus it has my favoite language!

My only criticism is that tea 'steeps', people 'stoop' to get under something that is too low to walk under.

Other than that, I'm definitely enjoying this story, and the characterization is outstanding.

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This. All of my this.
That annoyed me to no end while reading this.

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Fug you're right. Fixed that right up. Thanks!

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Quite welcome.

Your writing is always a pleasure to read, but I feel like this is some of your best work yet. I get warm fuzzies reading this, lol.

At this rate I couldn't give a shot about the clop.
I just want to know her K/D ratio :^)

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Technically infinite because she died zero times

NOT THE TEA!

Best thing to come back home from work to

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I'm caught up and I have enjoyed it so far. You've done well setting the world up so that it's not dependent on the other series. I look forward to seeing where this story goes.

You certainly have a way with words Mr. Flammenwerfer, you never fail to convey the feels, and this story so far is no exception. I can't wait for more.

I just feel so happy reading about these two together.

Oh, nice I, Robot reference!

When he freaked out over the grenade, what she should have said was: "Relax, I left it attached to the stick."

And what're you talking about with that note? There was plenty of clop. She clopped down the road on her prosthetic. She clopped across the foyer on her prosthetic. He heard her clopping to and from the kitchen on her prosthetic. Clop, clop, clop...

Seth followed closely behind Schnee and by force of habit, undid his shoes right by the front door. While in the past, the mare had always questioned this practice since there was practically no carpet in her house, Seth had explained to her it was a relic of manners for a particular set of friends who were picky about such things.

me asian. me like clean floor. no shoe in house.

But upon reaching in and grabbing the first, most obvious thing he could, he was instead greeted by a steel helmet—one that took the exact shape of a familiar German stahlhelm that he was ‘used’ to seeing back on Earth. In fact, being the slight history buff that he was, he noticed that the woodland camouflage was quite reminiscent of stormtrooper units from the first world war. Even the sloping of the rear was on perfect point.

you my friend, did your homework