Mormor Oneshots *OLD WRITING*

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(fanart is mine...rip)

"Sebby!" Jim called out for his sniper. Seb tiredly stumbled into Jim's bedroom, rubbing his eyes.

"What the hell do you want?" Seb hissed. Jim tugged the tired sniper into his bed, embracing him tight. Seb's angry attitude instantly melting at the action. He squeezed Jim gently in return, rubbing his back. He could never stay mad at Jim while his boss was being an adorable mastermind.

"'Night tiger." Jim sleepily muttered.

***
-time skip to next morning brought to you by Seb's cigarettes-

Seb woke to an empty bed and a blanket over his face.

"Boss? He called out, shoving the blanket off him. No response came, which he expected.

He stumbled out of Jim's room and looked around, spotting a post it note.

"Sorry to leave so soon Sebby, business meeting~M"

Seb sighed, setting the note down. Since he didn't have anything to do, sleep sounded tempting. But at the same time, their flat needed cleaned.

-time skip to when Jim gets home, brought to you by a post it note-

"Tiger, I'm hoooome!" Jim yelled into the flat. No response, which made him frown.

He spotted his post it note, a new scribble down at the bottom.

"We're out of food. Went to get some~ S

"Heh...always a helpful tiger, this one." Jim chuckled.

"Hey boss. Meeting go well?" Seb asked as he kicked the door shut behind him.

"It was successful," Jim shrugged. "Thanks for getting groceries."

"Even consulting criminals need food. And their tigers." Seb muttered as he started to put the items away.

"I thought you hated that nickname."

"Boss, I hate pretty much everything."

"Mmm."

"Except you. I tolerate you."

"How sweet."

"Shut up."