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Cross is okay, or not?
Crosshair was fast asleep, a surprise for the family as the Sniper rarely slept soundly.
But, having fallen asleep after crying about all the wrongs in his life once again upon his return to the family certainly having exhausted Crosshair and so, snoring lightly as he was right now.
Omega through, having become close to Crosshair and having become quite privy to the pathology of the man as well she called little brother, well, guess sometimes, kids would be kids!
And so, when Crosshair woke up the next morning, spending some time in the refresher, shower, shave and shove off being his motto, well, the surprise was humongous after the glance at himself in the mirror.
The screams heard all across the Batch House!
“OMF!”
“WOT???”
“Wot’s wrong with Cross now???”
The five of them rushed into the fresher, seeing the mouth gaping Crosshair there in a near catatonic state, pointing at his face, not uttering one word.
“What’s wrong, Cross?” Hunter tried to understand.
“Can’t you see it???” Crosshair growled finally, the sniper near tears.
“No.”
“What are you pointing at there eh, Cross?”
“My face, it’s … it’s… it’s all wrong!”
“Yeah, well we knew that.” Echo tried to joke.
Hunter was shaking his head to the ARC, the joke not as appropriate as all that at the moment.
“Come on then, tell us Cross. What’s wrong?”
“His… tattoo, it’s on the wrong side.” Omega finally let on.
“Yeah.”
“Oh.”
“I see.”
“Is it?”
“Yup, it’s all wrong.”
“It really is.”
“Well, guess the obvious answer is, that you are no longer yourself, rather some mirror universe self.”
Tech, who was onto Omega’s prank, having deduced as much as Omega was having a rather hard time in containing herself and her snicker.
“Someone exchanged our Cross for someone else?” Wrecker was becoming rattled suddenly.
Hunter and Echo stepped closer and really looked at Crosshair, carefully, up too close and personal for sure!
It was Echo who realised something though, how touching the side of Crosshair’s face where the supposed tattoo had disappeared from.
Echo’s finger up he was showing them something. Proof?
“What’s that?”
“Makeup. Waterproof too.”
“Oh!”
Oh oh!
Hunter quickly picking up a cloth and rubbing the stuff off of the heavily panting and confused Crosshair.
“See, it’s your tattoo under there, nothing gone!” Hunter pointed out.
“And this one, is perma-marker. Should fade out in a day or two.” Echo pointed out the extra scope on Crosshair’s face.
“How did you figure it out, Echo?”
“Well, we had similar pranks done in the 501st back in the day.”
“See Cross, it’s fine. Just a joke!”
Crosshair was hardly breathing, Omega feeling really bad about her prank suddenly. Having not excepted for Crosshair to take it so badly.
“I am so sorry Cross! I did it, just… I dunno… cause I felt like it?”
Tech knew the reason why, as Crosshair having been the one getting all the attention suddenly during the past few days when it was usually Omega in the spotlight. And despite the two having become fast friends, guess there was only so much Crosshair could take?
“Omega? Et tu?”
“Yeah, it was me. I am so sorry, again, Cross. I will try to make this up to you. Promise!”
Crosshair though, without any consideration, any hesitation, simply hugged Omega much to the surprise of all of them.
“You really are one of us aren’t ya kid.” Crosshair then whispered to Omega.
“Thanks, Cross.”
“Alright situation over, time for some grub!”
Wrecker leading the way, preparing the best breakfast this side of Pabu for his family. Comfort food if any it was for sure. Especially after a prank like this having been pulled. Classic!