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“Hunter, I’m ready already. What’s the hold up in there?”
Crosshair sounded impatient, even if it was usually him taking the time in the refreshers to prep himself for the night ahead with all the products Crosshair was applying on his person, which was all fine and dandy.
But for some reason Crosshair was waiting for Hunter for a change. As this time, it was Hunter taking his time in getting ready for their night out on the town.
Crosshair did not even bother to knock rather burst into the small space where Hunter was admiring himself in the mirror. Really posing there in front of the reflective surface, making duck faces and whatnots.
Crosshair stood there, amused of what he was seeing, having clearly embarrassed Hunter taking care of himself.
“Cross! Next time, knock!”
“Why? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Well I could have been… ya know.”
“Yes, Hunt? What could you have been doing in here?”
“Nuttin. Never mind.”
Moussing his do, most likely Crosshair suspected, something Hunter constantly denied doing.
Hunter took one final glance at himself, before moving past Crosshair with a huff and a puff before getting out the door.
“Come on!”
“Hm.”
Crosshair could see the new look of Hunter’s.
The Sarge dressed in a white and snuggly cropped tank top and a kind of bandages getup thrown across his forearms. Or rather, neatly placed there. The purpose of them unclear, but guess Hunter thought he looked cooler and tougher that way. Best guess.
“Not a word!” Hunter snarled before Crosshair could even comment on his outfit.
“Oh-kay then.”
Crosshair smirked, placed his toothpick onto his mouth. Trotting lazily after Hunter, who was suddenly in a hurry to get to the bar. Crosshair’s eyes on Hunter’s shebs. Nothing unusual there, the gait of the Scout mesmerising.
Guess the night was turning out to become rather interesting after all!