@shslmakeup
Ah, finally the weekend. Most specially, a weekend without any work for a certain white haired male. He was just returning from a simple, easy and effortless job nearby, too hungry to even bother taking away the gloves and to tidy up his suit. Well, just a small cut in the left of his chest, who’d even notice that? Besides, the hitman has too many suits to even bother with it.
Sitting on his usual table, Bard carefully placed his can of green apple tea, a small sandwich and, of course, two bars of snickers. Tapping away on his phone, he didn’t really pay attention to his surroundings for once. If you knew him though, you could tell that his grin was the one of someone planning something. God knows whatever it is that he’s mumbling.
“Maybe I can go there today... Hm...”










