Who:Jim and Sherr What:Spoiling his boss; possibly having romantic inclinations Where:There place When: Now RatingTBD but medium for the moment.
While physical gifts weren't...really a thing that the gang handed out to each other? Sherr had wanted to make the other feel special. Spoil him, as he'd told him a while ago. The younger sniper had only recently made plans, started to really think about the hows and whats doing so would entail. Of course, he wasn't entirely stupid, knew the older criminal wasn't just going to let him without a reason, or without being 20 steps ahead and likely using his stupid rubiks cube of a brain to figure out what he was up to.
Which was he'd ignored him the last few days. Sure, he had a reason to, had simply shrugged at the confused stares the older gave. Until now, anyway.Waiting for the older to get up, and distracted by getting his breakfast and early coffee, before rifling through his back and plucking the small case out.
"Boss?" He questioned, tone careful. Feeling what kind of mood the older was in to start with. Hands folded behind his back as he carefully leaned against the doorway, watching Jim with a soft gaze. Hoping against hope that he was at least in a neutral mood at best.