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“Nice place you got here.”
While the chewing gum still has most of its sweetness in it, he has no intention of stopping to gawp around the office like a bored schoolkid. He is a striking contrast to his potential client, with his bright coloring and jauntiness of a tipsy dancer from a seedy bar, his fingers restless and fidgety, as if in perpetual hint to money, money, money. Maybe that, maybe it’s his skin’s longing to come into contact with the weapon, or the wheel of the car, or a cigarette, or anything – he is never at rest, and the need for action is especially nagging when his lively body is confined in an office chair. Stretching himself quite unceremoniously over the table, he swiftly snatches a pencil from the stand and holds it upright in perfect balance, sharp end to fingertip. Having made it flip a couple of times, he seemingly finds peace, but his full attention still belongs to the thing as he speaks.
“I gotta warn you though, our services ain’t cheap. Humans are a non-issue, but if on top of other scum I’ll protecting you from our own kind that’ll be at least 20% more than I take for a solo job per month. And uh…half’s paid in advance.”
The pencil flips one more time, and he catches it in a fist. Finally, he faces Sakyo to send a prankish smirk and a wink his way.
“Cool?”
