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          david hasn’t been WAITING long, but impatience has already risen its ugly head. it’s only been about ten minutes, and yet… he feels as though he’s been PLAYING around with his knife for LITERAL HOURS. the worst side effect of sociopathy: BOREDOM. it went without saying that he’s already started DRINKING, too. maybe it isn’t a good idea to drink half the bottle in so little time, but none of his ideas are made with CONSEQUENCES in mind. especially not when there’s IMPATIENCE involved.

          just about when he thinks he might wither and die, the KNOCK he’s been listening for finally sounds from the door. ❝ it’s open, ❞ he calls, finally tucking his blade into his back pocket. he’ll need it for LATER. ❝ you can lock it on your way in. or not. ❞ 

misha could have been there sooner -- wanted to be there sooner in fact, but they didn’t want to seem too eager. they’d learned early on to always make sure the client thought that they weren’t getting anything but money out of the encounter. if they kept the illusion of emotional distance they kept from imploding on the spot. so instead they’d taken a minute to put on the matching bralette and panties they’d just gotten in the mail and had a shot. 

           there’s a laugh, an honest one. his hands are already opening the gate, “alright pretty boy, go on in. i know yeh don’t want an old man like me poking you, but yeh did flatter me.” pushing it open, declan winks at the kid. “go wrap those lips around some married man inside, i won’t tell.”