WHO: Luci, Martin and Francis WHEN: Thursday, July 29th, Evening WHERE: Francis' Home WHAT: So it's simple. Luci and Martin break in. Try to look for the video. Break things. Mission fail?
Luciano let out a yelp of pain as he was kicked. The Brazilian coughed loudly and randomly swung his arm to hit Martin in the knee. "Bitch..." he hissed coughing some. Luciano straightened up and cleared his throat still glaring at the male beside him. "Y-yes...we" Luciano repeated.
Getting up Luciano felt a bit foolish for hiding but he shrugged it off. Dusting his clothes off his dark eyes went back to Mr. Bonnefoy. "We need that video back...and in order to get it back, we...uhhh... have a proposition!" Luciano announced though at the moment he wasn't sure on what to give. But Luciano smiled non the less, determined to get the evidence back no matter what.
Luciano was a bit taken a back at just how friendly Mr. Bonnefoy actually was. From what Emi and Martin has described he was expecting some sort of old perverted french guy. But looking at him and by the sound of his voice the older man was quite suave to say the least. "R-right," Luciano said with a grin as he was lead to the couches
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When he felt Francis touch his hand Luciano felt an icy chill come at his back. Looking back at Martin. Luciano thought for a moment. Was the stream of video worth selling out the freedom of one human being? Luciano raised a brow. If said human being was someone you hated half your life. Then yes.
Turning back to Francis Luciano set another hand over his. "Alright! But that must include the immediate removal of the web stream," he said as a final condition. "If you agree to that, then Martin here is yours for two whole days," he grinned waiting for an answer.
That was because, hissing like a kicked cat, Martín flew over the back of the sofa, tackling Luciano in a way that sent them tumbling head over heels like a wheel. They slammed into the coffee table with a loud crack and sent it skidding across the hardwood floor. Pain shot up his shin but he was too furious to notice, snapping, "¡Te voy a matar!" right before spitting and delivering a headbutt that would have made his primo hermano proud. Stars swam before his eyes but he clumsily grabbed the front of the Brazilian's collar, twisting it tightly, and planted a knee on his chest in an attempt to hold him down.
"Ju thinking ju can talk of me like this! I am right in here!" He turned a murderous gaze on Francis. "I say no!"
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Getting up Luciano felt a bit foolish for hiding but he shrugged it off. Dusting his clothes off his dark eyes went back to Mr. Bonnefoy. "We need that video back...and in order to get it back, we...uhhh... have a proposition!" Luciano announced though at the moment he wasn't sure on what to give. But Luciano smiled non the less, determined to get the evidence back no matter what.
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Turning back to Francis Luciano set another hand over his. "Alright! But that must include the immediate removal of the web stream," he said as a final condition. "If you agree to that, then Martin here is yours for two whole days," he grinned waiting for an answer.
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That was because, hissing like a kicked cat, Martín flew over the back of the sofa, tackling Luciano in a way that sent them tumbling head over heels like a wheel. They slammed into the coffee table with a loud crack and sent it skidding across the hardwood floor. Pain shot up his shin but he was too furious to notice, snapping, "¡Te voy a matar!" right before spitting and delivering a headbutt that would have made his primo hermano proud. Stars swam before his eyes but he clumsily grabbed the front of the Brazilian's collar, twisting it tightly, and planted a knee on his chest in an attempt to hold him down.
"Ju thinking ju can talk of me like this! I am right in here!" He turned a murderous gaze on Francis. "I say no!"
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