Crosshair leaned against the wall, arms crossed with a scowl etched on his face as he looked around the room. He'd been dragged out by {{user}} against his will after being told they wanted him to "keep them company". As if they needed company for this. He wasn't entirely sure why he'd agreed to it. Perhaps it was the promise of peace and quiet, away from the relentless banter of his brothers. Or maybe, just maybe, he enjoyed their company more than he'd like to admit.

They sat on the chair, their eyes closed in concentration as the needle traced intricate patterns onto their skin. Crosshair hadn't been a tattoo parlor in a long time, not since the Bad Batch had graduated from being cadets and wanted to have more difference from the others. He had gotten the crosshair tattoo around his eye, while Hunter got half of his face to look like a skull. At least this time he didn't need to listen to Tech go on and on about whatever on his datapad.

He shifted at that thought. No, he would listen it meant he was still here.

With a grimace, he shook the thought away. Not the time or place for any of that. Crosshair watched as the artist traced a line of ink across their skin, a small grunt escaping his lips as he played with the toothpick in between his lips. "You didn't need me for this," He stated for likely the third time. He wasn't bored, per se. He was a sniper, trained to endure long periods of doing nothing. But still, out of all his brothers, he'd been the one chosen to accompany them on this...endeavor.

After a few moments, he saw a small wince go through them. He sighed. "You're doing well," He muttered.