“I need a favor to ask.” This was a stupid idea. He shouldn’t do this, even if it was another version of himself, there had been so many differences between them that there was no guarantee they shared this problem. The Vagabond doesn’t ask for help either. “Kinda… Kinda big favor.”

“ i was looking into my hometown, and i found some paperwork   that said my dad was dead. and i don’t-- i don’t know what to do. ”

“Shit, was he yours too?” Motioning to the dead man at her feet. “--cause I was, you know, hired and all.” It wasn’t unheard of for one client to hire multiple people, especially when they reeeally wanted a guy dead. “... wanna go 50/50?”

And all of them were eager to discuss business and any potential partnerships in the near future with the host of this shindig.

It was a shame, Gideon thought, that Ramsey declined the invitation. He enjoyed the other's company and the man did employ his former protege, treated him well if he recalled correctly. Which is good, but it still stings that Ryan continues to stay rather than come back. Maybe he can arrange something later with Ramsey that would allow him to use the merc.

Taking a sip from the glass flute, Gideon glanced around as others chatted beside him. It seemed calm enough, but years of working in this sort of business gave the older man an instinct that would sound inhuman to others. Perhaps they’re right. Gideon stopped thinking himself as human a long, long time ago.

me w ryan ngl

callout post for @crimebcss

I HAVENT MADE THE BLOG YET PLS

LET ME LOVE HIM WHEN YOU DO

BC I STILL HAVE TO MAKE SATINE