"m'just thinking."
he's grown a habit of not touching things that look expensive until he's absolutely * sure, you see ? childhood experiences and all.
"what is it ?" rugged hand rising, tugging the plate in his own direction.
"what โโ didn't geto - sama tell you ?"
stark blue eyes set on the younger girl, hand stroking the absence of stubble on a sharp outline of chin in thought.
"here I thought her spy would be more conspicuous than this."
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vacant, sorry eyes staring directly at ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐, phone in her hands -- on call with the one who started this whole game of betrayal.
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โkill them with kindnessโ right. love attack ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
doesn't show it ; instead, mouth upturns at the corners in the roguish grin befitting a vagabond. he leans in, allowing more weight on his arms placed upon the table.
"m'not formally trained though," offering in reply. "besides โโ how much are ya willing to . . . . .
"m'loads of fun, actually." stark blue โโ like electricity in its bare form, gaze turns to her, gauging the expression of disappointment on vulpine features.
if there's a reaction at her candid offer made to recruit him for the atrocious mission, rai . . . . .