Mormor Oneshots *OLD WRITING*

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(*inhuman screams*)
(not angsty, just cuddles and a casual discussion about their next target heh)

Seb blew smoke out, lazily flipping through the newspaper. He chuckled as he spotted the paragraph about the man they just killed.

"Sebby!" Jim suddenly shouted. "Someone else is standing in our way!"

"Mmm. Is he threatening you as well?" Seb calmly asked, setting the newspaper aside.

"Yeah, but he obviously doesn't have the guts to go through with them." Jim rolled his eyes, sitting next to Seb.

"Do you want him dead now or tomorrow morning?" Seb asked, crossing his legs.

"I don't know yet. And I thought I told you to not smoke inside." Jim frowned as Seb took another drag from his cigarette.

"Fire alarm won't go off this time." Seb chuckled.

"Oh really?" Jim raised an eyebrow. "Why's that, Seb darling?"

"I shot the alarm." Seb shrugged. Jim snorted, shaking his head.

"Of course you did." Jim chuckled, resting his head on Seb's shoulder.

"What, was I supposed to remove it normally?" Seb joked, making sure to blow smoke away from Jim's face.

"Thanks for not blowing smoke in my face, Moran. Anyway, back to that idiot who stands in my way."

Seb glanced at his boss, waiting for him to say more.

"I was thinking of joining you this time around." Jim quietly added.

"What?" Seb asked, choking on his cigarette. "Why?"

"I'm bored? And this guy just pissed me off a lot." Jim shrugged. Seb shrugged slightly, not in the mood to argue with Jim.

"Sure boss. I'm guessing this time around is more complicated?"

"Obviously. Maybe with an axe? Or a rapier." Jim mumbled, removing his head from Seb's shoulder.

"We have an axe?" Seb raised an eyebrow, tossing his cigarette into the trash.

"Of course we do, Sebby," Jim rolled his eyes. "So an axe then?"

"Sure boss."

Jim grinned wickedly, eyes lighting up.

"I'll grab the axe...you grab something else in case this fails." Jim ordered, bouncing over to the weapons room.

Seb chuckled, shoving a pistol in his pocket. He waited for Jim to come back, tugging on his jacket.

"So it turns out we don't have an axe." Jim muttered, stepping out with nothing.

"Its okay boss. We can get one later."

"You certainty know how to charm me, Moran~" Jim teased, grabbing Seb's arm.

Seb shook his head, grinning slightly.

"So where is this guy?"

"The building across from ours."

"That's convenient."

"A bit, yeah."

-time skil brought to you by a dead guy who was messing up Jim's plans-

Jim sat on the couch, scrolling through different websites.

Seb flopped onto the couch, his shoulders and head resting in Jim's lap.

"Moran, not when you're covered in blood." Jim muttered.

"You forgot to pay the waterbill." Seb shot back. Jim lowered his phone from his face, face palming.

"Damnit. Why didn't you remind me?"

"I thought you knew about it, sorry."

"Whatever," Jim mumbled, playing with Seb's blonde locks as he continued scrolling.

"Whatcha lookin' at, boss?" Seb mumbled, shutting his eyes.

"Your birthday present." Jim mumbled back.

"You remembered?"

"Of course I did. I have to remember my tiger's birthday." Jim glanced at Seb with a small smile.

"Does this mean I have to get you something?" Seb asked, sighing.

"Not unless you want to." Jim shrugged.

"Is my affection a good enough gift?"

"Yes. Now stop flirting with me, Moran. Its distracting."

A/n: This was cuter in my head tbh