MoxxyMoxx
the enby autist
As Lance dragged Sky passed the crowds of people to the shooting range, he felt the blood rush to his cheeks as well as the buzz in his stomach. Lance made him feel things that no other mission did. His throat became tight and he could barely think straight. It was awful. He couldn't fall in love with his target. This was a job and Sparky was strictly professional about these things. Sky however wanted to hold Lance close and confess everything that he felt for him. He was at an impass. He had no choice but to longingly pine for him. He hated it but there was nothing he could do about it.
Once they arrived at the shooting range, Sky checked over the gun. Decent. It wasn't like the ones they had at work but for a simple game like this it would work well. He would beat Lance hard. Looking up at the bear, there was no doubt about it. He was determined to win.
A smirk grew across his face. "Down for that," he said cheekily. "Get ready to be a slave until the end of the day." He was competitive. There was an aura around Sky, as if he was meant to be around Lance. He buried those thoughts deep down. He couldn't. He shouldn't. His work and personal lives were seperate. He knew they had to be. It was the only way.