#snipersuggestions

Wear a dress.

I was just going to do a quick warm up doodle and uhh.. Well I ended up doing more than just that

(Sniper is practically leaping with how far his strides are. He’s back to the light-footed spy disguise, able to match his own speed if not swifter. It’s almost nice to feel a decade or so younger than he is now.)

(If anything, it seems to instill a bit of confidence.)

Alright. Left turn here, left, right, left, right, left, left, right, right, stairwell down, sharp backwards turn, trapdoor.

(“Spy” drops down into the depths of the basement, even further than the server rooms are, let alone anything extra beneath that. Skidding down the ladder, he comes to an abrupt stop, hopping the rest of the distance to silence the echoing creak brought by the handiwork from many generations prior.)

(And with only a lighter to break through the oppressive darkness that threatens to swallow him whole, he pushes towards the very gears that ran the metaphorical—and physical—machine.)

(Coming across a doorway, he steps through, illuminating the room with a simple flick of a switch, arms crossed.)

So.

Goin’ home, are ya?

It’s hard to say why he looks so unsteady already, seeing as they’re not even near the warehouse, but…

Well, he seems to carry a quiet disappointment about himself that he requires the help of some cat to keep him from freaking out, but another part of him understands why that is, and works at accepting it.

Sniper doesn’t hesitate before urgently knocking on the door to Spy’s room, praying under his breath that he’ll answer.

“Pleaseopenthedoorpleaseopenthedoorpleaseopentheroorpleaseopenthedoor…”

Well, you may be wondering how we got into this situation. See, it all started...

Nah, I ain’t gonna do that to ya. But I will have ya know that we’re sort of stuck. Wasn’t plannin’ on ‘nother bomb goin’ off, see. Pretty sure us three’re gonna be knocked out here in... Eh, a second or two. Seems times slowed down for the moment, though.

Damn, son. Goggles man, whatever the hell your name is, not Engineer for sure.

Yeah, you. The one who blew up the base.

I guess I should be glad it wasn’t ours, but with all due respect,

( Sniper blinks in surprise, reaching up to adjust his shades. )

Y’think they’re cool..?

You… Think I’m cool?!

( Sniper looks positively ecstatic. He’s beaming and blushing from being flustered; he hasn’t been complimented like that in a long while. )