Mormor Oneshots *OLD WRITING*

18

(Once again, no angst)

Jim leaned back in his armchair, deep in thought. He had a business meeting in twenty minutes, and then an important lunch after that.

A busy day ahead of him. Sighing, Jim opened his eyes and stared at the white ceiling above him.

"Hey, Seb?" he called out, looking around for the sniper.

"Yeah, boss?" a reply shouted from somewhere else in the large flat.

"We should repaint the ceiling." Jim blinked at the ceiling. "Its too...pure."

Seb popped his head out from his room, raising an eyebrow.

"What color do you want it then?" Seb asked, stepping out.

"I was thinking tiger stripes." Jim murmured. "Or maybe a royal blue."

"I think tiger stripes would be too loud for this place. Royal blue sounds good," Seb replied after thinking about it for a couple minutes.

"You read my mind, Sebby~." Jim cooed.

"Mmhm." Seb shrugged, not sure how to reply.

"Anyway, I was thinking we could go out for dinner tonight," Jim continued, clapping his hands together.

"I can't tell if you're being yourself or flirting with me." Seb muttered.

"Both, obviously." Jim rolled his eyes. "Anyway, where would you want dinner?"

"Wherever you want, boss," Seb lazily shrugged one shoulder.

"Oh come on, there's somewhere you want to go." Jim rolled his eyes. "Where is it, tiger?"

"Uh...pizza?" Seb mumbled.

"Then pizza it is! Anything for my tiger~." Jim winked, walking past Seb to grab his coat.

"Have fun at your meeting, boss!" Seb called after him.

"I will! Don't burn the place down unless you have to!" Jim called back.