// somebody has to make a Canio then and stand next to yours

// banana please

// promise?

— profits. Still, she did seem strong, and two heads were better than one even if the pay got split in two. Untrusting was fine, so long as the job got done.

—

Stubborn customers...not exactly his forte. Still, he'd developed some small modicum of social skills in his time here. /Some/.

"Then you're free to go off and do the work on your own. Bring back the head of the target, collect your pay. Easy, right?"

As if he was in a position to split—

He contested that standoffishness with his a collected nature. A shadow unmoving, no tell in his expression, no flinch in his eye to call a bluff.

"That's a shame. But, it's not unusual. Lot of lone wolves out here.

Still, I'd like to see your might. At least compare it to something."

—

When travelling he'll prefer going to PC Cafes and staying the night rather than going to a hotel.

It's cheaper and he gets to use a high end PC to get his gaming fix.

Though that usually results in him never getting any sleep.

That being said, ladies please control yourselves.

"That's right. As fellow sellswords."

A pause, he chose his next words carefully.

"...And, I want to know what you know. You have to kill a lot to have the smell of blood linger."

Obsidian eyes looked her up and down. Assessment, consideration.

...Weariness.

A coarse way of greeting, but then again he wasn't exactly the soft spoken type either.

"Walking around like you're ready to kill anyone in your way. Maybe you want to earn something in exchange for that bloodlust."

// thank you mitsu-mun. 🥹