Sep 7, 2013
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fraildesign, madxartist, smilingvisionary, pomeranions-fire
It wasn't often that Kirie had to do a direct confrontation with a customer. It was only once in a while, when he was in a desperate situation, in whih he would go out of his way to meet someone face-to-face. The iron case felt heavy in his grip, the bags of cocaine stored inside dragging down his weight.
For one who claimed not to care much for his own life, he certainly was nervous. He had guards positioned far away, but they would not be able to reach him in time even if he called. Someone was approaching the alley - he turned to meet whoever was approaching, slim fingers snapping twice quietly at the figure. "Here. I'm here."