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Crosshair's little secret found out
“What are you reading there, Hunt?”
The pad having dinged of an incoming message once again and so Echo too was curious about it. Him having been nose deep in the screens as of late as well. Reading.
“Um, just, something…”
Hunter was deep in whatever it was he had received, his eyes never leaving the screen. The facial expressions telling though. Hunter, was clearly loving what he was reading.
“Oh… oh! I bet it’s one of those, secret admirers of yers, ya know, sending those… poems or whatchamacallits.” Wrecker smirked at the thought.
Then again, Wrecker too had been known to dwell in the datapad a tad too long lately and it wasn’t recipes or sports he was watching either.
“Well, I can tell from the posture and the elevated heart rate, that Hunter, is definitely reading something, rather romantic.” Tech never the one to mince words.
“Romantic…“ Hunter only repeated the one word, never looking up from the screen.
“So, ya’ll gotten them then?”
As Echo certainly had, several of them too, only wondering how the others knew about Hunter’s secret admirer sending him stuff, the scout never really mentioning what he was reading.
“Well…”
“Yeah…”
“You have, haven’t you.” Echo was sure they all had, their faces pretty telling. Even Tech’s.
“Guess ya could call them that. Kinda nice they are too.” Wrecker then admitted as much.
“Yes, they really are. Rather well written too.” Tech added, becoming rather distracted himself, thinking back to the last poem he had gotten. It had been, heartfelt for sure, perhaps tad on the naught side too…
“So we all have gotten love letters, or rather poems from someone.” Echo made a note of it then. “Should we, compare notes?”
“We should, yes.” Tech immediately on board.
“These are personal.” Hunter stated flatly, finally looking up from his datapad.
“So? We share everything anyway.”
“Yes, and if we indeed have a secret admirer or admirers, well, it would be nice to know whom it is.”
“I wonder if Cross is getting them too…” Echo suddenly realising one of them was missing from the room.
“We can always ask him.”
The four of them, with the decision kind of made, went to look for their wayward sniper.
*
“Cross! There ya are!”
“Yes, here I am.” Crosshair was typing something on his datapad much to the surprise of the others. The sniper usually fiddling with his riffle if anything else.
“So, ya got one of them too then?”
“One of what?”
“A poem.”
Crosshair glanced up, seeing the four sets of eyes on him.
Feeling suddenly the pressure aimed at him, Crosshair tried hard to act all nonchalant about it all.
“Um, poem? What poem?”
“Oh, ya did not get one.” Wrecker suddenly feeling the cheer running out and feeling bad for Cross for not getting the nice letters and all.
“And you all have I assume? I mean the poem you are on about, right?”
“Yeah, we did. And we were going to, compare notes.” Echo admitted, feeling bad for Crosshair too.
“It’s okay Cross. I am sure it’s just a prank.” Hunter tried then.
Crosshair stared at them all. Hearing they thought it was all a prank he suddenly blew a casket.
“You lot, think it’s all a joke?”
“No Cross, I mean… it’s… sure it’s just someone having a thing for us, maybe they did not meet you or…”
“Foot, mouth, Hunter!” Crosshair was angry suddenly.
Yeah, there was no explaining it. On the other hand, they all loved their little secret notes from whomever was sending them. Then again, Crosshair had been left out…
Oh!
Oh!!!
“You wrote them!” Tech and Echo both realising the same thing at the exact same time.
Crosshair’s toothpick changed position, eyes squinting, remaining as calm as he possibly could.
“So?”
“You really did, didn’t you.” Hunter was on board as well.
“Wait wot? Cross writes love poetry now?” Wrecker was totally confused.
“What if I do.” Arms crossed, Crosshair was on the defensive.
“It’s… it’s extraordinary!”
“And really great!”
“Yeah I love getting em!”
“Me too!”
Crosshair still stared at them.
But then, he revealed his latests creation on the datapad, Tech taking it while Echo hovered close. Both of them reading what was there eagerly so too.
“This is… “
“So beautiful!”
They both exclaimed, feeling giddy suddenly.
“Lemme see.” Hunter to wanted to read it.
“Me too!”
They did, the oohs and ahs soon expelled.
“You really are a great poet, aren’t ya, love.”
Crosshair simply shrugged.
“You really are, Cross.”
“Yeah, we all love em and you.”
“Yeah, great work Cross!”
“Okay, well good.” Crosshair simply said.
But then, he was accosted. The lot of them hugging and kissing him silly.
“Our wee poet ya are!”
They all laughed. But the poems, were serious love confessions to the others, something Crosshair would never speak out loud.