@asocialconduct asked: " cup of tea would be nice. " from wanda / prompt.
fingers lace together and brows sit heavy behind mask. " wouldn't it just, " he agrees, chin lifting as a cue — go and get us some. he can't possibly leave his latest piece, lest someone take credit for it or deface it. kids with their graffiti nowadays... nothing is safe. he swallows. now that she mentions it, he is parched. thirsty work, and all that. however, any cup he has on him she most certainly doesn't want to drink out of, unless she wants a bitter, coppery twist.
but she doesn't know. except he knows who she is. mercenary — soon enough she'll receive contracts seeking his death. the mysterious serial killer of new york. but nobody knows who he is. what he's responsible for. not yet, anyway. there's always time. " what do you think? " wilful gaze is fixed on her, red hues blazing. " but remember... it's not finished yet. "