"Are you afraid of needles?"
Send one to my muse(Sickness)
Jim placed his head in the palm of his hand with a sigh.
“Not afraid of them, no. I just dislike them when they hold no prospect for me aside from vaccination. It’s just so boring.”
“Why do you ask, tiger?”
Jim had gotten used to the smiles that spread across the sniper’s face and was fond of them. They were a familiarity in a world where few such things existed, the criminal didn’t keep many acquaintances for longer than a few weeks. Sebastian was perhaps the only person Jim held any trust in, more trust than he even had in himself-changeability often betrayed his best interests.
”Mm. And no matter who you find, they’d never pay as well as I do, would they, tiger? But don’t worry too much, I doubt you’ll have to go looking anytime soon.”
White teeth flashed from behind his lips as his grin widened, the criminal thoroughly enjoying Sebastian’s description of his state of mind. A pity he couldn’t recall that personally.
“How very messy. I am fun when sick. And surely you encouraged my antics, hmm?”
"I can honestly say Boss, there will never be anybody quite like you- monetary value or otherwise. I'd like to hope I won't have to go looking any time soon, it's a bad reference on my behalf if my previous employer is dead". Not to mention the fact that he wanted Jim alive for his own reasons, that he actually liked him- he supposed he would have to given the amount of time the pair would spend together. It was clear enough that Jim trusted him, by the injections alone.
"Oh of course I did" Sebastian said rolling his eyes. "I just love hearing about your decapitations, and how you would play Disco Inferno whilst burning the select group alive".
















