“Look at that kitty on your cheek.” You snickered, pointing at one of the many stickers that were placed on his skull mask. He had an annoyed look on his face, hands folded, watching your every single movement. It didn’t take long to convince him to use stickers on him – you blamed it on the boredom, your team was taking a break after an exhausting mission and you couldn’t find anything better to do, but when you laid eyes on a bunch of stickers you immediately knew who you could annoy.

As you were about to place another sticker on his mask, his hand grabbed your wrist, “I think that’s enough. My turn.” A smirk painted his lips and he pulled you on his lap, effortlessly, an arm sneaking around your waist to keep you in place. The relationship between the two of you was.. a questionable one, it was a continuous flirt and bickering. He grabbed a few stickers and placed them over the tip of your nose, your forehead, the corner of your lips and on your hair too. He took a few seconds to look at you, a grin on his face, “There rookie, now we’re matching.”