He had been on his way back to his van when he happened across their pyro. The poor guy was hanging upside down, his left foot caught in some kind of rope contraption strung up around the outside the door of Engineer's workshop. With the mask on it was hard to tell his expression, but if the arms crossed over his chest had anything to say about it, Sniper could almost guess what it was without even having to look.
"You've been trying to sneak into his workshop again aint you?"
Sniper felt the glare rather then saw it, and when he started waving his arms and mumbling about something, Sniper had to put a hand on his hips to stop him from swaying and kneel down so that he was somewhat eye level with his teammate.
"You know I can never understand you when you're mumbling like that."
Sneaking a hand under his chin, Sniper snagged his fingers on the edge of the mask and gave it a slight tug. He doesn't take it all the way off, just far enough to uncover his mouth and his nose. Running a finger over the small set of scars that covered the other's lips, before sitting back and smiling a bit.
"There, that's better, now I can understand what your saying."
Pyro huffed, then reached out and bunched a fist full of the Australian's shirt in one of his rubber gloved fists.
"I said get your ass over here and use that knife of yours for something useful, like cutting me down from here."
Sniper laughed, and before the other man could pull him, leaned forward and planted a kiss on those lips he had been so interested in earlier. Wrapping his fingers around that rubbery wrist, he gave it a gentle squeeze so the firebug would let go of him and pulled away from the kiss. Releasing his own grip on the other, Sniper stood up and gave the whole scene a good once over before putting his hand on the handle of his kurki. Bringing the blade out he sized up the rope once before swinging the blade, slicing through it easily enough and snickering when Pyro fell head first onto the ground.
"Sorry mate, didn't mean for that to happen."
"Sure you didn't, and I bet you didn't mean for that kiss to happen either."
"C'mon now little Pyro..."
"Don't you 'c'mon little Pyro me'"
Sniper let an impish grin spread onto his face as Pyro rolled around and scrambled to his feet. Moving first one foot back, then the other, as that gas mask was settled back into place.
"If you really want a piece of me" Sniper started, "then come and get me."
He sheathed his knife and took off running before Pyro even had a chance to make a grab at him, and when they made it back to his van, made it up to his love with a bottle of scotch and a roll of bandages around the injured ankle.