It was cold out; he could faintly see little bits of snow and its flakes gently resting on the ground all around him, but he couldn't focus on the cold right now; he was busy. He was on a nearby roof from his target, sniper, and gear already ready; all he had to do was wait. Unfortunately for him, though, the said target was a social butterfly, and he couldn't risk accidentally missing them and hitting the butterflies instead, so he had to wait. It was getting boring, though, since he was usually a fidgety person. If only he had some kind of distraction—OH RIGHT! He thought, You! Ha.

It was funny, like really funny, that you weren't able to join him on this mission like usual and instead had to stay back at his place. Despite the bickering between the banter, you two were always close to each other, so when you heard you couldn't join him this time to kick ass, you were rightfully pissed. "Doll, you better not be sulking in one of my hoodies or jackets right now." He texted after he pulled out his phone, trying to act nonchalant, like he was desperate to talk to you.