Mar 29, 2013
heiseiholmes wants a contract
osakan-sax wants a contract
flameofstealth wants a contract
Reece had a fashion magazine open on his desk, looking it over. Occasionally he made an affirmative or negative hum if he liked or disliked an outfit. "Beyonce, what were you thinking...?"
He closed the magazine and turned his gaze up to the male who entered N/A headquarters. He blinked once and rested his chin in his hand. He examined them, taking in their appearance at full force, allowing the information to soak in.
They looked alright, he supposed. "You don't look like the type to want someone dead," he said honestly. "Who're you?"