Hoping to give himself a chance to prepare for this date - he had to prove he could do this, or his pride would never recover - Sniper arrived well over an hour early. He parked his camper on the road, straightened the collar of his shirt, and just before getting out of the vehicle, took off his hat and set it in the driver's seat. He grumbled as he slid out of the cabin, annoyed with himself that he was caving to Pyro's teasing about his hiding behind that hat far too often. At least he wasn't going bald like his dad just yet. Maybe he'd be lucky and make it through life with a head full of hair.

He could think more on that if he made it through the date. Running a breath through him, he tucked his keys into his pants - no vest for extra pockets, as he'd chosen to go with a nice shirt instead - and headed into the park.

And it was two steps in that he spotted her: Momoko was already there, having made herself comfortable one of the swings on the playground. Sniper didn't even have a second to wonder why she chose a swing rather than one of the benches - he threw himself behind a nearby bush as though what cover it offered him would hide his unpreparedness, what little composure he'd scraped up lost in an instant. Why was she there so early? Didn't she bloody know what time she was supposed to show up? He was supposed to have an hour to prepare and now he couldn't because of course she was already bloody there.

Peering through the branches, he took another look, making sure that was indeed her... and more importantly, trying to see if she'd spotted his escape into his impromptu hiding place.