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*  it's yours truly!!  <33

/   HEHEHE

｡⁠*ﾟ♡⁠˖ @corvidwraith ꒷︶꒦   scared,  darling?  [his tone takes on that of one that's clearly teasing,  voice a tad higher than it normally is.  he takes a moment to look up from his pistol and onto her face,  eyes searching for a drop of sincerity.]   you know i've got you in safe hands,  'nej.  if you've got a better plan,  i'm /more than willing/ to hear it.

@corvidwraith   /   I'LL REPLY TOMORROW SWEAR,,,   SCHOOL HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD RN

/   i would translate.  i really would.  but i just can't be asked rn ok just trust me intl oomfs

｡⁠*ﾟ♡⁠˖ @canescrow ꒷︶꒦    hmm...   saints,  whoever wrote this has terrible writing,  huh?   uh...   [it takes a few more seconds of squinting and silence before he is able to say,]   the receiving party agrees not to disclose,  copy,  clone,  or modify any of the information related to the opposing party in any form.

｡⁠*ﾟ♡⁠˖ @canescrow ꒷︶꒦   [so perhaps interrupting the boss while he was in the middle of committing a crime was a little more stupid than he had initially thought.  the sharpshooter offers a half-assed shrug,  a silent form of apology that only the prideful  (read:   both jesper and kaz)  might know to understand as is.]
            
            finished all the jobs you had for me today,  [he says,  the ghost of a lazy smirk beginning to appear on his visage.  ketterdam's afternoon bells have only rung twice so far,  which is considerably earlier than it usually takes for him to accomplish all his backlogs.  he looks expectant,  victory gleaming in his eyes.]

[his face morphs into something of slight annoyance, yet more unbothered by his faux attitude; gloved fingers tapping against the top of his cane, the drumming a slow motion before lips parted to speak.]  imagined it, jesper?  [kaz questioned, turning around to face him.]  but pray tell, why are you here? 
            
            /     you're a miracle, i hadn't expected such a quick reply, but pls take all the time you need. ahh  :)  

｡⁠*ﾟ♡⁠˖ @canescrow ꒷︶꒦  did you say anything about that?  [a raised brow,  face painting the perfect picture of faux innocence.  inside,  a storm of guilt and shame brews,  waiting to drown him in it.  outside,  he looks devoid of any and all guilt.]  because i don't remember.  oh,  maybe you've imagined it.  
            
            /   this is,  perhaps,  the speediest reply i've ever given you.  God is real and He performs miracles