Cold Coffee "Sniper?" you asked quietly, safely tucked away in his small rooster. You were currently just sitting on the hard wooden floor, tracing your fingers over the surprisingly smooth planks.
As of late, you had decided to try become friends with sniper. After all, he did like your presences. You protected his back from pesky spies but also gave him the luxury of quiet conversation.
"Hmm?" he hummed, eye steadily staring through the scope of his rifle, trying to fix himself on his next prey.
"Why do you drink coffee hot?" you asked, tilting your head to the side softly. You hadn't realized how moronic the question had sounded until the Aussie started to chuckle.
"'ow else would you have it, mate?" He asked, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
You blinked, before scoffing at the phasing you had choose. "I-I mean. Like... Why do you drink it hot when you can have the same th