[Normally, Sniper was a light sleeper, one prepared to awaken if he heard the slightest noise or felt a disturbance in the air around him- his paranoia mingled with hunting instincts, both trained in keeping him aware of his surroundings even as he dozed. One never knew when an attack was coming, be it from man or beast. However, with his senses dulled by the drugs, he slept deeper, not thinking of what could be out to kill him as he nodded off.
Instead, he thought of those better times he hadn't thought of in years, memories fueled by similar sensations- the bed shared, that lingering smell of baked goods, a brush against his cheek. He let out a low chuckle, a grin crossing him as he muttered again.]
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Re: [action foreverty evers]
Date: 2012-01-11 09:54 am (UTC)Instead, he thought of those better times he hadn't thought of in years, memories fueled by similar sensations- the bed shared, that lingering smell of baked goods, a brush against his cheek. He let out a low chuckle, a grin crossing him as he muttered again.]
Hm. Tickles.