Sniper sighed again, heavily this time, as the door closed behind Pyro. He ran a hand through his hair as he felt himself redden with embarrassment, his skin betraying how he felt about this entire situation. He wasn't one for dates; dealing with people was very different than dealing with animals. People were an entirely different kind of beast, one he wasn't sure how to handle.
He'd had to learn how to deal with people upon joining RED: he'd spent years alone in the Outback, only caring about his own survival. It was easier that way. However, with RED, he had to work with a team. It went against his solitary nature, but the money was enough that he could adapt.
Still, people were foreign to him in many ways. He was working on it, little by little, year by year.
Finishing cleaning up after their meal, Sniper started digging through his clothes, trying to figure out what he would wear on this date. Or what would they do? Go out to eat? Kill something? Just how much of an outdoors girl was she? He was a hunter by both trade and nature, but he had a very different perception of the wild than most. He was freer there, able to be himself. He was the top predator -- the best.
And he was not those things in the world of courting.
He glanced at the calendar, his brow furrowing. Thursday. He still had two days to think of something, some way to get himself through this outing. Not just any outing, either -- a date with a teammate's cousin.
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Date: 2015-09-21 08:17 am (UTC)He'd had to learn how to deal with people upon joining RED: he'd spent years alone in the Outback, only caring about his own survival. It was easier that way. However, with RED, he had to work with a team. It went against his solitary nature, but the money was enough that he could adapt.
Still, people were foreign to him in many ways. He was working on it, little by little, year by year.
Finishing cleaning up after their meal, Sniper started digging through his clothes, trying to figure out what he would wear on this date. Or what would they do? Go out to eat? Kill something? Just how much of an outdoors girl was she? He was a hunter by both trade and nature, but he had a very different perception of the wild than most. He was freer there, able to be himself. He was the top predator -- the best.
And he was not those things in the world of courting.
He glanced at the calendar, his brow furrowing. Thursday. He still had two days to think of something, some way to get himself through this outing. Not just any outing, either -- a date with a teammate's cousin.
What had he gotten himself into?