Sniper

Used t’be a Scout. When I was like… 24. -He reached up and idly scratched at his beard. Roddy glanced over at the bump and bumped her right back with his knee.-

Used to be is a long time ago /She teased, watching his fingers on his beard, staring maybe a second too long before shrugging and glancing away/ Seems old age has slowed you down, hm?

Ten minutes isn't "a while". I forget sometimes you have a hard time sitting still for more than two minutes, at least you're not as twitchy as a Scout. /She circled around the tree casually, toeing her boot at the ground idly before sitting down finally and bumping her foot to his leg/ 

/She rocked back on the heels of her boots a bit, looking up at him and nodding again/ Pretty sure it's good for both teams that you aren't a Medic. Just let me know when the ten minutes are up, because it still isn't feeling a bit better.

Takes longer than it does for a Medic to fix a gunshot injury but, alright. Ten minutes. You have a watch or just going to gauge the time off the placement of the sun? /She hummed out, returning his smirk with a little squint of her eyes/

-He was very pointedly looking away from her now, trying his damndest not to blush like a fucking schoolgirl. He was too old for this bullshit. Roddy did glance down for just a second when she cleared her throat, but oh God, that grin on her face made his heart leap into his throat so he quickly looked away again.- Just give it a few minutes, this shit takes time, yanno.

Okay /She said simply, hands resting easily on her hips as she arched an eyebrow up at him, her smile widening just a bit. She couldn't help wanting to tease him, maybe just liking that look on his face a little too much for her own good/ Then we'll wait and see. How long does it normally take, soldier boy? 

-Shit. FUCK. Shit. She wasn’t supposed to say okay. That was not what was supposed to happen. Now what should he do? Fuck. Fuck it. Fuck it all. He leaned down and gave her a (very) short and quick kiss on the shoulder where he had elbowed her.-

/Okay, she didn't quite think he'd really do it, staring half a second and wondering if the kiss was even long enough to get the sweat and dust on his lips, because that was easier to think about than the little tingle in her tummy. She swallowed hard, pulling up a grin and shaking her head slightly, biting the inside of her cheek before clearing her throat/ Nope, you were wrong, didn't help anything. 

/She raises an eyebrow at that, small breath slowly slipping out of her nose before she decided to call his bluff, nodding once/ Go ahead, I really doubt it'll make an ounce of difference, though.

No, you hurt me, you're a big oaf and I'm a quarter of your size, I'll have a bruise, now /She nodded, huffing and rubbing the spot exaggeratedly/

/Maybe exaggeratedly stumbles at the elbowing, rubbing the spot and giving a completely fake pained noise/ Easy, helmethead.

Seeing as you were the one in the tree, hanging around like an ape... /She teased him, a faint flutter in her tummy that she pointedly ignored as she looked at him and elbowed him lightly/ Because you, again, started it. 

Yes, you. I came out here for some fresh air and a cool breeze, and you had to start an acorn fight. /She nodded, watching the offended look before returning his smile with an eye roll/ Just because I didn't behave like a small baby, like you, doesn't mean I didn't mind. Do you think I want dusty nuts on my chest?

Well that’s your shirt, this is my mouth! -He squawks, finally getting away from her and sitting up, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand and giving her a squinty glare behind that mop of hair.-

I think my chest is cleaner and more important than your mouth, soldier. /Rori cocks an eyebrow at his, glare? She assumes it's a glare, hard to tell past the hair, giving another smile and chucking the acorn at his chest/ Besides, you started it. 

It wasn't gross when you were throwing it down my shirt. /She smirks, watching him struggle to get away and shaking her head/ It's just an acorn.