A grumble escapes the Aussie's lips as he turned away, of course he was visibly pissed. He could only shoot the others a look which would tell them that sleep is now beyond his reach.
"Sniper, come here..." -Spy. Everyone is too scared to actually go see what the fuck they're doing
Hesitantly, the Aussie had moved to oblige to the Frenchman's request. "Wot."
The Frenchman too the Aussie's hand and lead him back to the bedroom. "Come back to bed." (Just casually hardcore shipping these two)
"Hmmph" grumbled the bushman. "Alright, Alright!" a faint blush dusted his cheek as he stumbled after Spy.
Spy, whom was still in his sleep clothes, gave a small smile and climbed back into the bed, pulling Sniper down with him. "Much quieter here, I believe."
Sniper could only mumble a soft agreement as he moved slowly to lay beside Spy, though quite stiffly.
Spy nodded with a small smirk, then turned onto his side, back to Sniper. "Now, be quiet." He said softly, closing his eyes and sighing softly.
The Aussie suddenly felt like his lungs stopped working, and still laid on his back. True...it was more relaxing in this silence...Sniper might just rest his head under these circumstances.
The relaxed Frenchman listened closely to the sound of Sniper, finding his stopped breaths to be amusing. He scooted back a little, pressing a small part of his back to Sniper's shoulder. He loved making the man squirm.
An indescribable sound rumbled from the Aussie's vocals as he felt the Frenchman against a part of him. (Who cares if it was small? it was still part of him!) Sniper immediately turned to his side with a huff. What in the world was the spook doing...?
Spy frowned ever so slightly when Sniper turned away, but he didn't make any move to go closer. He frankly preferred Sniper out of the other mercenaries. He was quieter, more in control, and more civilized than the others.
Sniper had his eyebrows knit together by the middle of his forehead. his lips seemingly either pursed or pressed into a thin line. He was absolutely not accustomed to sleeping arrangements such as this! ...The Aussie felt the embarrassment slowly kicking in as he slowly returned to his former position. This could only end well.
Spy gave a rather satisfied, soft sigh when Sniper retuned to the position and seemed as content. Of course he knew the Aussie wasn't used to this sort of thing, but Spy didn't mind. He's had his fair share of bed mate's before, so Spy wasn't bothered by Sniper's discomfort.
With a deep breath, the Aussie tried his best to gain composure, his slender fingers fiddling with a button from his clothing. The ceiling doesn't do much effect to him unlike stars last night did. ...Though no one said something about contemplating, right? And so, Sniper went to...a state of heavy thinking just waiting for nature to to her thing.