Secrets

Part 3

As he sat and waited for the kettle to boil, a familiar swoosh filled the atmosphere, making him tip his hat further above his face. "Too early in the mornin' for a spook to be creepin' about." The Australian muttered in frustration as Spy leaned against the kitchen counter. "Zhat's no way to greet someone in zhe morning, bushman. Try 'bonjour, Spy'." The Frenchman scoffed, pulling on his mask. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. How 'bout you save it for yer boyfriend, spook?" He snapped back with an attitude as he got up to snatch the kettle from its place and pour the boiling water into his mug. "Did you sleep well?" Spy murmured in response to the snap, his tone softened slightly. "... Yeah. I did, thanks. 'N you?" Sniper replied as he tried to avoid making eye contact. There had always been an awkward tension between the two ever since Spy had tried to move in on Sniper during a battle. Let's just say that they did a little more than just battle... But they had told themselves to move on from it, and so they did. They never spoke of it again, remaining friends, but the tension was always there. "Look, spook... I'm gonna go b'fore the others wake up. I'd like to avoid-" he was interrupted by the soft chirp of a bird and then a loud smash. Arising from the smash was a hushed yell that resembled the word 'Archimedes' as the familiar dove flew into the kitchen, almost knocking Sniper and Spy over. Neither of the two men could hear the footsteps gliding into the kitchen. "Ah, herr Sniper!... Und herr Spy... Please tell me you veren't doing anyzhing stupid." Medic cooed, catching the dove swiftly and stuffing him into his robe. Sniper groaned. Thanks a lot, Spy... He could've been out of there before Medic had woken. "Non. We aren't imbeciles like your idiotic bird." The Frenchman muttered, making Medic scowl. "It's not mein fault you vere going against strict orders!" The German retorted with a relatively sassy tone. As the two other support classes bickered, Sniper swooped behind them and was inches away from exiting the room, but as always, he was rudely interrupted.

"Why is small man always gone during mornings?" Heavy's voice made both of the other classes cease their bickering. It also made Sniper snap awake. His coffee barely managed to stay in the cup, but surprisingly did so. Sniper was so used to being jumped by people that he hardly had problems with it. "I... Y'know, I just like m'time to m'self." Sniper reacted quickly with his reply. Heavy seemed to have believed his sorry excuse for a... Well, an excuse, and walked to the counter, where Medic tended to his wounds. "Mein gott, Heavy... More night terrors?" The doctor mumbled as he worked, and Heavy's eyes dropped sadly. "I worry." Was all that he said, still in the rock hard tone he used to say everything. The only person that knew how soft Heavy really was was Medic. Not because of romantic relationships, but because of the tight friendship they shared. They knew everything about each other, and no one dared cross the Heavy's doctor, or they wouldn't leaving the area without a few broken bones. That's mainly the reason Spy stopped arguing as he went to the kitchen cupboards to access a small packet of croissants. Not small as in smaller than most, but small as in practically microscopic. It could fit in a tooth. He offered one to Sniper as he walked past but the Australian politely denied, beginning to walk out before...

"I'm goin' ta lick ye." Sniper stopped dead in his tracks, just about to walk out of the hallway but instead bumping into Demoman. Of course this confused the Australian seeing as the Scot was sober. When was he ever sober? Muttering swears, Sniper looked up at the smiling Tavish and forced a smirk. "Yeh, not sober yer not." He said with a slight sigh and tried pushing past, only for Demo to force him back again. "Why aren't ye ever at breakfast? We discuss important things 'n yer never there." The question made Sniper groan in both frustration and annoyance. "I don't wanna bloody talk 'bout it, 'lright? I swear to God if one more person asks me why..." He growled and it made Demo step out of his way. Not in defeat, but in acceptance. The bushman was looking a little more tense than usual... Sniper quickly slipped out of the room and that was, thank God, the final time he was interrupted.