follow. shoot. murder.

“Usually yeah but I wasn’t… I was tailing someone and they noticed me.” He didn’t call back up because he didn’t need it. He was going to call one of the officers to come pick him up when the other man found him. 

“The culprit ran off so I didn’t see the need to call more people in right now. I just needed to sit for a minute–”

regular people are so fragile. 

he shakes his head lowly as he gently tightens the homemade tourniquet across the other’s arm, making sure the makeshift bandages on his abdomen would hold. 

“ you didn’t see the need, and then you got hurt. i guess you learned a lesson from that thinking, huh ? “

sniper tilts his head as a replacement for raising an eyebrow. 

“ if you keep pushing stuff back, next time they’ll arrive too late. “

he would lean back after his completion of the somewhat first aid, flicking a cigarette out of the box in his front pocket, and placing it between his lips -- which to the other man was right in between the smile of the mask. 

sniper shakes the box at the officer, a single stick extended. 

A regular pedestrian he was not, though he stood there as casually as he would looking at any other portion of battle. His head tilted as he looked down towards the corpse that had been kicked away, lips pulled upwards to show his teeth. Almost a disgusted display, like a monarch who had to step out amongst the commoners for a brief interlude. Adjusting his long coat and brushing some residue from its fabric, the blonde focused back upwards towards the mask wearing man and he lazily smiled.

“It would seem that I did. How barbaric.”

In truth, it didn’t bother him. He lifted up his foot and his coat in order to step over the corpse and make his way forward. Slowly, he brought his large hands upwards and began to give the sniper a slow, drawn out round of applause. 

         “Count me impressed.” 

     a flick of the wrist and the gun is reloaded. the shell falling in the quiet alleyway with a melodic clink. never have an unloaded gun around someone with an attitude like that. sniper would rather not have to learn that the hard way. 

    eyes will watch the other as he steps, watching the hands raise into an inappropriate applause. 

    “ can’t say i’ve ever been applauded for this, so this is a new one all around. “ he punctuates the statement with an exhaled breath of smoke.

HE HAD A knack for being unintentionally annoying.

“ Why don’t you follow me downstairs ?? I don’t think you’re allowed here anyways. ”

     well, that was annoying. he’d have to handle the target later. he took the large bag at his side, throwing the handle across his shoulder. 

    “ oh ? my bad. just wanted to get some air. “

sniper is just sitting on the edge of the building, cigarette clasped between his lips, rifle at his side -- practially begging to be used. headphones decorate his ears, as he rocks his legs as he sings the song quietly.