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So what if I’m painting my toe nails in pink!
Cross was sitting in the locker room, all quiet and concentrated he was too.
Something which alerted the rest of his team for sure, as the sniper having been there hunched up for a while all quiet like. Nothing as usual there, but yeah, it really was - eerie!
“Cross, whatcha up to there?” Hunter asked, trying to be all coy about his query.
“Yeah Cross, this is unusual, even for you.” Echo commented, peeking over Hunter’s shoulder, the two standing some way away, not wanting to disturb Crosshair that much. Not really.
But Echo and Hunter both worried for sure as to why so totally quiet the sniper be!
There was no response however. The other two getting worriedly curious of what was really going on with Crosshair. And s, the two of them moved in closer.
As they did the smell of something rather strong suddenly filling their nostrils. Somethin reminiscent of… paint?
“What the???” Hunter paused, Echo bumping into him with an oomph.
Crosshair simply glanced up from what he was doing, staring evilly at the two invading his private moment and interrupting his concentration.
The truth then soon revealed with the prettily painted pink toesy-woesies coming to view, making the other two gasp in complete surprise.
“So, I paint my nails. I like them pretty that way.”
Yeah, a trooper really needed to take care of themselves good, looking great was key, even in the heated battles!