@MoriartysBitch The man pulls away, and his jaw dances as he moves to lean on his desk, watching the man intently, "you should take a shower, you smell like beer and sweat," he grumbles, and moves to sit back down.
He pulls a cigarette from his box on the desk, and slips it into his mouth, ++
@Damn_Good_Shot Jim has shed his pyjamas, and stood in his boxer briefs. It was something he didn't let people see often, and so his eyes were slightly wide as he turned to face the man. His chest was adorned with scars, as were his back, they glistened in the light from the window, "morning,"++
@Damn_Good_Shot Their sleep is mostly interrupted, with the occasional jolt from nightmares that often plagued his mind. But they aren't as bad as they usually are.
When James wakes up early in the morning, he's still curled around the sniper, arm through over his waist, leg pushed over the ++
@MoriartysBitch Neck, and he lets a finger graze over a pulse point, before retreating and showing off the missed bit of shaving foam.
"Need to be more careful kitten," he purrs, eyes catching Sebastian's.
@MoriartysBitch His habits for quite some time, caused a lot of anger," he explains, and lets his hands stop at the arm rests.
His eyes settle on something, and his jaw slacks, and he's standing up. He moves around the large oak desk and steps closer to the man. Darkened gaze settle on his ++
@MoriartysBitch Stares at his watch for the few seconds left, before putting it down. "Good kitten," he says, before picking up a casefile.
He throws the case file down onto the desk in front of the man, "your new hits. Now tell me about yesterday." He leans back in his chair and stares.
@MoriartysBitch He knew he could trust the man to be there on time, but a game was always fun, and watching his right hand squirm was even more enjoyable.
He sits at his desk, staring at his watch and counting down the seconds until the man arrives. When he did finally enter the room, James ++
@MoriartysBitch James watches the man, hazel eyes following every movement until finally the sniper calms down. He glances at his watch again with a sigh, "late," he utters, before spinning on his heel.
"You have five minutes to be ready and downstairs for briefing. If you are late by even ++