H. P. VASQUEZ

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A spacious office, a beautiful view of space, and a ball of dirt.

“Contract with no name, including a weighty sum, and paid in advance.”

It’s Hyperion, therefore cannot be trusted. But still, money talks. And a wage like that seems to promise great challenge, in all likelihood.

“Common ettiquette demands listing a target before the hiring. You don’t seem to care, yet you ask for me by name. So what the hell, dude?”

                                   ❝ What ?  Have you never been                                                    a bodyguard before ? ❞

          his tone is highly denigrating. way past rude. common              etiquette doesn’t apply to those who view themselves              uncommon.     what does the assassin want ? a tip ? 

          ❈ ❤ ❈   →   The baker only caught a glimpse

     of the man as he passed by the shop, but thought nothing of      it. Most of his customers are women, anyway - men tend to be      put off by the pastel colors and overall cute aesthetic. When      he turned to face his next customer, however, David drew a      complete blank for a  solid few seconds.

          “ I…yes! Yes, of course. Right here. ”

                                                  Oh no - he’s HOT.

     The baker quickly stepped behind the display and plucked      a truffle - dark chocolate caramel - from the case.

          “ For you or someone else? Try this one           —you look like a caramel guy to me. ”

                            ❝ For me, thank you. I---uh--- I really like chocolates.❞

       free samples? this guy is either confident in his craft, or desperate for clientele.         the taste test confirmed the former (as it should have). try as he may to keep it         in---------- a quiet moan crept past his cool.           also confirmed: smooth melty         caramel is at least equal to (if not better than) sex.       a chuckle  && a joke to         save the businessman’s  smiling face. 

▐ ▓ ;; Gh0sting

      A scoff left the assassin, glancing at the       Hyperion man. His tone seemed to hold       a particular bluntness to it. Zer0 didn’t m-       ind. That attitude went ignored.

＂I see. This bothers / you? Perhaps I’ll just keep at / it. More fun that way.＂

                            ❝ I’d probably appreciate your nonchalance                                          a lot more if I wasn’t so      irritated.       ❞

 “I can imagine.” Sasha restored with a shrug. Big businessmen never really did. However his last statement made her smirk and she proudly put her hands on her hips.

 “Damn right I can. Augy wasn’t lying there that’s for sure. I’m the best cook on Pandora, not to mention the best gunslinger too. Can’t be a badass on an empty stomach, that’s my motto.”

         the sincerest of smiles (that he could conjure up, at least). 

                 ❝ Wanna help me make ceviche ? ❞  

The youngster folded her arms at the current president, eyebrows knitting together into a scowl.

               ❝Oh yeah,                                 real original pinning it on the kid.                                 How the hell should I know what                                 happened to it?❞

              ❝   Is that sass ? I detect sass. Look, little missy------ it was                       in my jacket pocket, you walked by, now it’s gone. Simple. ❞

        a heavy sigh. an eyeroll worthy of the silver screen.         a  deliberate  ascension from his comfortable seated             position------              (if only to literally look down on the child.)