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[waveringiridescence]

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“You should know that I know better than to bring a sword in a gunfight.”

[made-defective]

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Honestly, Cress had wholly expected to be called insane and kicked out or have the police or something called on him. So he’s amazed when the stranger, no, when Nobuto accepts all he said, though the monster has no doubt that the other was skeptical or maybe even confused. Possibly, Nobuto could find it funny or just be playing dumb for all Cress knew. Nodding at the man Cress responds

“That’s fair. Thank ya. Uh, would it be too much to ask to wash my clothes and get a shower? It’s probably too late to get the blood stains out but it’ll smell better, and I feel fuckin gross. Need to get this shit off my skin and outta my hair.”

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Too late for that, he's already wearing it and looking for pots... gosh they're just sooooooo hard to find~~!

[waveringiridescence]

@nonamedevil reaction to #gurl don't laugh at his 7 inch!

“What are we talking about?”

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@nonamedevil reaction to, and I quote Greaves, ‘whatever this is’

“No.” Starts to walk away because he is so done that it cannot be described.

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@nonamedevil continuation of this.

“Nobuto you know how this is going to end.” Sighed the handler in mild annoyance as he pulled out a cigarette between his lips. “I have questions for your boss, and they are about a personal matter which I doubt your boss would want your nose in it.” Now, he will either move out of the way, or he’ll be a stubborn pain in the ass. Greaves didn’t care, he was in no rush.

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“Victim of your bad reputation Nobuto?”

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@nonamedevil​ continuation of this.

   The handler was always surprised how easy it was to read the bartender, whether it was because he was hotblooded, therefore struggled to hide his emotions or because he felt comfortable around him, but for a yakuza being an open book wasn’t exactly the usual demeanor expected. Truth was, Greaves expected Nobuto acted that way to make sure people would constantly dangerously underestimate him and his skills. 

      “And I’m amused that you are complaining, I doubt you want to hear about it.” He replied with a soft grin, barely teasing him, sitting down across Nobuto, the bar separating them. “Don’t you have a skilled hacker connection to take care of that disk of yours?” Greaves asked, changing the subject and avoiding to make fun of the other male’s possible aftermath facing his boss for his failure.