continued from nico's open starter (@badrcviews)
nico's grin grew crooked, head tilted. "you realize these people are just doing their jobs, right?" more than he'd ever admit, he understood the hunger that made someone sell a blurry photo for rent money. it beat gig work or shoplifting. "but fine, you can owe me a favor. i write them down." nico fished out a battered notepad from the duffle's side pocket, clicked a pen with intention, and scrawled item one: blackmail chandler. as a joke. kind of. "let's get the worst part over with. lead me to the wolves," he gestured, nodding at the door. "bet your mum's waiting with a camera and a clipboard of questions, yeah?"

















