ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? |

ㅤ ❛ ₜₕₐₜ’ₛ wₕy yₒᵤ ₛₑₑ ₘₑ wₐₗₖᵢₙ ‘ᵣₒᵤₙd ₗᵢₖₑ ₙₒₜₕᵢₙg’ₛ bₒₜₕₑᵣᵢₙg ₘₑ. ❜ ㅤ | #BNHARP #MHARP #GANGSTARP | Mun: 21

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

ㅤ

❛ ₒₕ ₘy ₗₒᵣd ₕₑₐᵣ ₘy wₒₑ. ₜₕₑᵣₑ’ₛ bₗₒₒd. ₜₐₖₑ ₜₕᵢₛ ₛwₒᵣd ₜₒ ₖᵢₗₗ ᵢ’ᵥₑ dₒₙₑ. Dₑₗᵢᵥₑᵣ ₘₑ fᵣₒₘ wₒᵣᵣy ❜

♡ & ↻

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

“I’ll admit. I’ve been around tags, even /I/ don’t have such brute strength like you did against him.”

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

No longer uttering another word, he only grunted, unperturbed by the glare sent from the blonde. Turning to step away and leap to keep watch among the rooftops, Worick was left with the unknown tag to his knowledge.

A chuckle left him, raising an arm to cup the back of his neck—

[Ryker (S-H) @TAGGEDBLADEX]

“Thank- you.”

Ryker huffed and sheathed his blade before snatching the bag from Worrick. He would level Nic with a glare, as if silently daring him to say what he knew.

“Like I said. Theo said there wouldn’t be a fee this time. Not my fault the bastard didn’t tell you.”

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

stick.

“Dr. Theo usually tells us or gives us notes what is what, perhaps it had slipped his mind. Though mostly it’s our fault, if it was on the list and we didn’t see it.”

Taking out a lighter, he brought the cigarette up to lips taking in a lungful of the toxic chemicals.—

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

@TAGGEDBLADEX //: pft its all good <3

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

“ Gᵢᵥₑ ᵢₜ ₜₒ ₕᵢₘ. “

With that the short male let up seeing the brown bag being handed over, yet aloof eyes stared at Ryker then to the collar area. The normal was left with silent questions but if Nicolas said so it was because there was something he didn’t catch.

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

Worrick jerked back at the glint of sword, hand going quick to the holster in his jacket but Nicolas was faster. Hollow barrel of his handgun aimed at their client, watching his friend push against the other blonde.

“Free for tags, us that don’t require it are needed to pay. —

[Ryker (S-H) @TAGGEDBLADEX]

Payment, payment, payment. The whole god damn world revolves around money, something he didn’t have much of at the moment, and it was /annoying./

Ryker was something of a squatter, always has been. He had money, but not enough to call a place his own. At least for now.

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

That’s the order.”

Worrick answered for Nicolas, while onyx would peer from corner back at his friend while keeping his stance unmoving.

“ Gᵢᵥₑ ᵢₜ ₜₒ ₕᵢₘ. “

Thick brows narrowed, looking at Nicolas like he grew a second head.

“He’s not a ta—“

—

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

@TAGGEDBLADEX //:yeah you do bihhh

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

@TAGGEDBLADEX //: shuttt

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

@TAGGEDBLADEX //:smh im making my way over there

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

ₘₑ ₜₒ ₜₒ ₛₚₗₐₜₜₑᵣ yₒᵤᵣ bᵣₐᵢₙₛ ᵢₙₜₒ ₜₕₑ wₐₗₗ? “

[ @TAGGEDBLADEX ]

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

[ “ FIGHT “ ONE WORD PROMPT ]

The day was mundane, same old of delivering merchandise of medicines those needed and other things. Squatted atop of the ledge of a building where Worick was around with a client, a scent was wafted by wind up towards where Nicolas was. Nostrils —

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

the desolate back street of small complex homes.

The ringing falling to useless ears.

Nicolas’ lip curled, pushing against the parry to create space from Worick with own sword.

“ ₐ ₚₐyₘₑₙₜ ᵢₛ ₐ ₚₐyₘₑₙₜ fₒᵣ ₒᵤᵣ ₛₑᵣᵥᵢcₑ.

ₒᵣ wₒᵤₗd yₒᵤ ₗᵢₖₑ—

[Ryker (S-H) @TAGGEDBLADEX]

Ryker
32
5’10”
Tag- B/0

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

//: im eyeing that worrick let me boy take a bite -

[ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ , ʙʀᴏᴡɴ | s-h? | @surdusvir]

He’s back in the game perhaps?