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[espiao_bonito]

Private.

Something tells me I'm going to have to attend a few coroner's classes to figure out swifter ways to dismember people. It felt like it took 10000000 years to cut that guy's finger off. Poor bastard -- I think I'll stop by anonymously and make sure the wound didn't get infected.

/End private.

Atobe-sama:

What next, minha principe?

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[oresamada]

Ore-sama does not clean blood from his clothes. Such articles are disposed of promptly.

And perhaps the handkerchief would be an excellent idea for next time.

[espiao_bonito]

Next time...

How could I forget who I'm talking to? Of course you only wear blood-stained items once.

...Now I'm thinking about selling your barely-used Armani in the backstreets of Akiba. Bet I could match my salary.

[oresamada]

Are you in need of a raise? *arches eyebrow* I have some clothes I no longer like that I could pass down to you. To replace the clothes you stained in the line of duty, of course.

[espiao_bonito]

I suppose I'm not allowed to ask for a private fitting session.

Once again you are kind, principe. I am not too proud to take your cast-offs.

Eu estou em seu débito. And I will not forget it.

[ooc: I am in your debt.]

[oresamada]

Yes, I always call in my debts. *smirk* Don't forget.

[espiao_bonito]

If I sell you my soul, principe, I will count myself a lucky man. ;)

[oresamada]

What's the going rate for it? *smirk*

[espiao_bonito]

Oh, I think we could work out a fair exchange.

I'd want untold riches, of course. And a harem. ;)

[oresamada]

Your own harem? Or would you be fine being able to play in mine?

[espiao_bonito]

[ooc: Jackal was rendered speechless for a good five minutes.]

...Well then. We'll see about that too. ;)