Send “🌀” to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten upNick wouldn’t be in this position if he had paid a little closer to his surroundings. He should have heard the Bot’s coming close but his mind had been focused on the gunfire in front of him. So being found bloody and bruised wasn’t exactly how he wanted to see Lutalo again but... he needed help. Everything hurt, every breath he took, every time he tried to move. It hurt. So all he could do was weakly call out and pray the other man heard him.

Mick jerks and lets out a loud yelp, whipping around to face the other with a scowl across his face “OI! WOT THE BLOODY ‘ELL YA THINK YER DOING THERE MATE!?”@claudiatheblumedic

Mick narrows his eyes behind his signature aviators at the elder’s words “Ahm not a pumpkin mate,” he says stubbornly, a light blush spreading across his cheeks.

Mick lifts his head at the voice, he slides into the shadow’s and he holds his rifle close. He kept silent, not knowing who the voice really belonged too.@ask-spudscout

The Sniper hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He was so exhausted. He had made his way into the woman’s room after the battle, they were binge watching some show on Netflix together. But he had dozed off on the bed and when he awoke there was a puppy across his legs and two little bunnies on his chest and stomach.

Mick’s curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had decided to go see what the commotion was all about, now he stood a good distance from the crate with one eyebrow cocked up in surprise “...Uh..what the bloody hell is in there?”

“Uh... thanks mate?” he takes the banana curiously “...Why though?”

Mick hadn’t seen or heard the girl until it was too late, and now he couldn’t wiggle his way out of her grasp “MATE! YER GETTING LIPSTICK ALL OVER ME FACE!” The Sniper, in his struggle, had lost his hat and eventually slumped over in defeat.