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@terriblewill // kaz.

         “jesus christ, they NEED bigger cups.” steam fogged his dark eyes as the boy took a sip from the coffee cup - and handed another freshly brewed coffee to his taller - albeit younger companion.

          another sip of coffee toned down the aggression that always bubbled when he was reminded of THAT inconvenience. “can you do me a solid and roll out what the tube sent you?” he drummed his fingers on the table, waiting. “just to check you’re not here to rob me BLIND.”

coffee was a necessary in order to survive this job, especially when kaz considered the boy he was partnered with. it was a rare occurrence that the thief was sent to work with one of the company’s killers, but five especially was easy to needle. “and if you’re saying that, it’s something.”

@terriblewill // kaz.

       “i suppose there’s no point for PRETENSE.” nikolai grinned as soon as the doors were shut, and the red streak of his hair immediately faded like it was stain on his naturally blonde locks - the rest of his disguise shrugged off like changing a set of clothes.

       “no point for beating around the bush either. it’s good to see you again, MR. BREKKER.” the ravkan ruler then sank on his own seat, gesturing for dirtyhands to take the spot across his desk. upon clearing his throat, nikolai pushed a freshly poured drink, and a folder encasing a sheaf of blueprints towards the barrel boy’s direction.   

        “i heard you’re great with LOCKS.”

it was nice being in on a national secret, if that meant private audiences with the king of ravka himself. and the fact that said king was able to think like a common criminal was another benefit to this partnership of sorts. at least, that was how kaz felt, taking his seat and watching the older man shed his alter ego.

“on better circumstances this time, i believe.” or, well, it was better for him. half the barrel wasn’t openly trying to kill him anymore, he didn’t have a merch out for his head, and he was running his gang like he was always meant to be. “as for locks, i’m decent.” on some, that would be humility, but on kaz it was a reflex meant to lead others to underestimating his skills.

♜♜;; another cog in the murder machine‚ you know (umbrella acad. verse)

working for the commission isn’t too bad, kaz thinks. after all, they let him travel through time, finding things that could stop people from doing stupid shit. and if he pockets a thing or two that could help him with his ultimate goal of avenging his brother’s death... well, that’s not any of their business. 

               pip’s not MUCH YOUNGER than this boy, she observes, but her son would never be so careful, so defiant. not for the first time, it makes her glad she insisted on raising her first children in their zemeni family estate, and both curious and HORRIFIED at what this city makes of her orphans.❛ i’ll be damned if i let the stadwatch anywhere near my house without a major reason. we’re hamiltons, and immigrants to boot. there’s NO LOVE LOST between them and us. not after they came sniffing around like hounds about that awful affair… ❜ there she interrupts herself, clearing her throat, cheeks REDDENED.❛ anyway, it’s besides the point. ❜