ναℓєηтιηє 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꧑ᤙɾᑯɛɾ ƒᴏɾ Һıɾɛ ꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

[ναℓєηтιηє 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 @killswitchcuti3]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ꕥ𝓝𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣 𝓒𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓔𝓢 𝓜𝓞𝓢𝓣 𝓐𝓓𝓞𝓡𝓐𝓑𝓛𝓔 𝓐𝓢𝓢𝓐𝓢𝓢𝓘𝓝ꕥ

[ναℓєηтιηє 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 @killswitchcuti3]

“make things right? seriously? do i look stupid to you.”

she crossed her arms and shakes her head— he should not answer that.

“hmm… a thousand. upfront.”

[ᅟᅟ‍‍ ‍‍ * ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍⋮ 𝐊𝐄𝐑͟𝐁͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐎𝐒 🔞 @_redtriad]

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ᅠᅠ<< to make things right, of course. >>

or rather, keep the peace for a few months, and secure himself a warm, comfy bed to crawl back to for the next few weeks; such an incorrigible pest he is.

<< still haven’t named your price, pink. c'mon, i'm curious. >>
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[ναℓєηтιηє 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 @killswitchcuti3]

no, this angle is perfectly fine.

[ᅟᅟ‍‍ ‍‍ * ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍⋮ 𝐊𝐄𝐑͟𝐁͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐎𝐒 🔞 @_redtriad]

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ᅠᅠ . . .isn't this supposed to show my head?
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[ναℓєηтιηє 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 @killswitchcuti3]

“you’ll help me, won’t you? you don’t gotta do nothin’! just stand there and be big and scary and they won’t lay a finger on me!”

her hand comes to hold valun’s again, lower lip stuck out in a pout; pleasing. a damsel in distress, even!

“i’ll split the eddies! pleeeease?”

[ναℓєηтιηє 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 @killswitchcuti3]

valentine is starting to understand why she keeps seeing his name over and over in her inbox— this was just one of many requests she accepted, admittedly.

she puts up her fingers to count along with all of the women the grumpy blue one is naming off and her brow furrows.

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[ᅟᅟ‍‍ ‍‍ * ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍⋮ 𝐊𝐄𝐑͟𝐁͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐎𝐒 🔞 @_redtriad]

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ᅠᅠrasko grins, delighted, and drifts half a step closer, pitching his voice low and conspiratorial.

<< so, little miss, you’re pestering three men who do not take visitors. either you’re very brave or very lost. >> a second of pause. << . . .a message? >>

( + )
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[ναℓєηтιηє 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 @killswitchcuti3]

can she stand still for a second?

“buuuut the only problem is that this super-duper-top-secret message is being delivered to some real nasty claws! there’s no way i can go in there by myself, they’ll rip me to shreds!” a dramatic sigh, her big teary eyes quivering.

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[ναℓєηтιηє 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 @killswitchcuti3]

“well i gotta make eddies somehow, don’t i?” she replies, hands on her hips. “and information is an expensive commodity!

— what’s it to you if you know anyway?”

[ᅟᅟ‍‍ ‍‍ * ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍⋮ 𝐊𝐄𝐑͟𝐁͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐎𝐒 🔞 @_redtriad]

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ᅠᅠjaw clenched, head pivoting to the side in a clear admission of annoyance, up until she proposes a tempting bargain.

<< and what is it going to cost me, little miss? a one-time shipping fee? >>
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[ναℓєηтιηє 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 @killswitchcuti3]

“no way!” her brow furrows as she crosses her arms in front of her in an X. “my clients anonymity is of the utmost import! she gave me 5 stars!”

and ratings mean everything.

“unleeeess…” she hums, tapping her chin “ ( you ) put in a request…”

[ᅟᅟ‍‍ ‍‍ * ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍⋮ 𝐊𝐄𝐑͟𝐁͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐎𝐒 🔞 @_redtriad]

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ᅠᅠa slight flinch at the mention, but nothing she’d notice with the protective gear in the way.

<< -ha, pfft, listen. . . i may forgive you for that, if you’re willing to disclose the sender behind your “message”. >>
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[ναℓєηтιηє 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 @killswitchcuti3]

helloooooo--~!!

don't worry mister, i'm not here to bust your balls this time ദ്ദി(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

[ᅟᅟ‍‍ ‍‍ * ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍⋮ 𝐊𝐄𝐑͟𝐁͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐎𝐒 🔞 @_redtriad]

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ᅠᅠand what do we have here?
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[ναℓєηтιηє 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 @killswitchcuti3]

/ how valentine be moving

[ναℓєηтιηє 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 @killswitchcuti3]

the harsh words don’t match the cheery voice in which she reads them off, though she wastes no time in swiftly delivering the rest of it between his legs, the steel toe of her boot kicked right up into his crotch.

her eyes light up as the eddies roll in.

[ναℓєηтιηє 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 @killswitchcuti3]

she doesn’t acknowledge herself being acknowledged— as if her presence is a simple fact and they’re strange for believing otherwise.

calling her a stray is ( rude ) but not wholly inaccurate. but she’s not here to argue her current status of belonging somewhere, no.

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[ᅟᅟ‍‍ ‍‍ * ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍⋮ 𝐊𝐄𝐑͟𝐁͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐎𝐒 🔞 @_redtriad]

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ᅠᅠ𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗼 takes notice first, as he always does; the sanguine-red display of his visor flicks sideways, down to the hollow space where a third body just became a fourth, and the unseen corner of his mouth twitches.

<< 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮, >> he murmurs,

( + )
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[ναℓєηтιηє 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 @killswitchcuti3]

eventually.

“ahem— you no good, dirty son of a bitch. i can’t believe you would ghost after everything. you said we’d leave night city together, gave me the best sex of my life and then broke my heart without a single word. i hope you rot in hell.”

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