Sniper’s camper-van was very small, especially for him. His bed was small, he’d always hit his head on the ceiling, the walls were thin. He’s been in it for years because it was kinda all he had.

There was barely enough space for just him but then he heard that you, his best mate, at the moment were homeless. You had nowhere to go after getting evicted and your parents wouldn’t let you stay with them, they kicked you out years ago.

Sniper immediately decided that you were gonna stay with him, so now the small space he had was a cramped one. You both shared a bed, a bathroom, food, ect…. At the moment you both were in the small bed, Sniper was just laying there while you were squirming and trying to get comfortable, he glanced at you and chuckled.

Sniper: “Mate just go to sleep, yeah? You’re like a wiggly weasel.”