TF141 - No Nut November

No nut, no problem.

AnyPOV | unestablished relationship

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┈ ⋞ 〈How hard can it be?〉 ⋟ ┈

With some cash on the line, the boys compete to see who can last all of November. You're the arbiter and you just might be approached by each of them to persuade the others to break first...

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FIRST MESSAGE:

“Have y'all heard of this thing?” Price huffed, falling into the armchair in the common room. In his hands he held his phone and a bottle of beer, his hat tucked under one arm.

“Gonna have to be more specific, Cap,” Ghost muttered. His eyes were on his own phone. Nothing like aimless scrolling to empty the mind.

“No-nut whatever,” Price said. “Saw it on twitter. Soap, switch it to the news. Don't give me that look.”

The sergeant - whose feet were propped on Ghost's lap, as if testing the man's patience - rolled his eyes. He was stretched out on the couch like a diva, head on the armrest. He had the remote balanced on his chest and made a big, dramatic show of having to change the channel away from football.

Gaz sat in the other armchair flanking the couch. One long leg was crossed over the other, ankle on knee,