"I could kill you right now" in a playful tone + kaysanova.
Nicky’s breathing is slow, centering himself on the mission at hand.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
He squints his eyes against the fog, and Nicky wishes he could have used his scope to make more sense of the shadows darting around on the ground below. The conditions were unfavorable, and his weapon even more so, and Nicky couldn’t risk shooting a friend over a foe.
A flash of the enemy’s color and Nicky squares his shoulders and takes aim, waiting for the perfect moment to shoot-
A shuffle.
He’s too slow to turn and Nicky feels the familiar weight of a gun against the small of his back. Inwardly he curses, and raises his hands slowly, making sure to show that his finger was no longer on the trigger.
“I knew you’d be up high,” A familiar voice says and Nicky risks turning, only to be met with the serious expression of a man he hadn’t considered to be his enemy in centuries. “You shouldn’t be so obvious Nicky. I could kill you right now.”
“You won’t,” Nicky replies, his voice filled with challenge. He takes a step towards Joe, and the gun still pointed at him touches his chest, right over Nicky’s heart.
“Don’t be so sure my love,” Joe states, and the hand not holding his gun leads up to brush a piece of Nicky’s hair back behind his ear. Instinct had Nicky lean into the touch, and Joe smiles. “I wish we were on the same side.”
“You made your decision, and I mine. We must live with that.” Nicky looks at Joe with remorse. They were both clearly armed now, Nicky had taken advantage of Joe’s hesitation and now it was only a matter of who would break their tentative truce first.
Nicky sees the enemy and he moves without hesitation.
A shot.
A flash of red.
“Why?” Joe asks voice choked with emotion. “Nicolo -”
“You would have done the same for me,” Nicolo says, and he lifts a hand to cradle Joe’s face, mirroring his husband’s position from before.
Another shot rings out.
More flashes of red.
“It looks like we go together my heart.”
“Together.”
“You two are ridiculous,” Nile’s voice rings out, standing above them. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s hilarious, but we only paid for 15 minutes and that’s not enough time to put on a play.”
“We were never going to win anyways,” Nicky shrugs, looking over to the digital clock down clock above the exit to the laser tag studio. “Not when you and Quynh are paired together.”
“True,” Nile concedes. Below them, Booker exclaims obscenely in French, and Quynh’s laughter rings brightly. “Andy got taken out in the first five minutes Joe so that means Nicky and Booker are in second.”
“Next time I make up the teams,” Joe grumbles, and Nicky laughs as he throws an arm over Joe’s shoulder and starts leading them towards the exit, making empty promises of not making too many dishes dirty over the next month to help lessen his punishment of being on the losing team.