Sebastian: Hey Rich, do you have a bag I could borrow?
Richard: The only bags i have are the ones under my eyes, and they’re specifically designed to carry the burden of my existence.
Sebastian: Literally all you had to do is say no.
Sebastian: *screams*
Jim: *screams louder to establish dominance*
Richard: Should we stop them?
Severin: Nah, I wanna see who wins.
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spilling-the-moriartea
(This one’s for @moran-or-moron ❤️)
“Jim, try to be logical.” Sebastian said with an eye roll after Jim challenged the sniper to an arm wrestle. “I’m twice your size, and I’m much stronger than you.”
Jim crossed his arms stubbornly.
“What, are you scared?”
“Scared I’ll hurt you.” Sebastian retorted, but he was already sitting down at the dining table, holding his arm out. “Let’s get this over with.”
There was a small smirk on Jim’s lips that Sebastian did not trust one bit as he sat down across from him and took his hand, elbow against the table.
“You can call when we start.” Jim offered, his face now completely neutral, eyes targeted on the man across from him.
“Okay.” Sebastian said with a small shrug. “Three…”
Jim leaned forward slightly, preparing to put his strength into the challenge, most likely.
“Two…”
Jim’s eyes latched onto Sebastian’s, gorgeous black depths staring right through him…
“One.”
Jim moved forward, quickly and suddenly kissing Sebastian, catching him on such unawares that Jim easily slammed Sebastian’s hand against the table.
Jim broke the kiss a moment later, self confident smirk fully resurrected.
“I win.”
