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@ofinfiltration
โ โ โ ๏น๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ผ ๐ ๐ ๐ .๏น ๐ด ๐ป ๐ด ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ ๐ฐ : โ โ โ ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎโ ๐๐ฏ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ตโ whoโ ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌโ delivers โ .
โ โ Business is business โ Unless the pay is chump change, that is. Otherwise .แฃ You have my ๐๐ช๐ก๐ก attention. โ โ
" isn't that fun ~ well, maybe i should give you a new contract. "
( I'd ask for more retweets on the pin, but ... it's well beyond the point of no return from that Sunday post that blew up last month. Unless 88 of you ... ? Nah, I'm kidding.๐ง)
โ It's a beach kind of #๐๐๐๐ช๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐ฎ. She's a busy woman โ there's nothing like a dip in the ocean to wash away the proverbial cobwebs. โ
โ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ . . . when business beckons. Upon a rooftop, Electra waits โ less than patiently โ for her client, the [๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ], to show up. They certainly picked an interesting meeting point for the informant. โ
( The site really do be borderline unusable now, fml. Holler for my Discord. )
โ โ Rough day, huh .แฃ ๐ช๐๐๐๐ โ you can put all that behind you. โ Electra's eyes squint upon Miorine's tired gaze. It's all-too relatable: being hounded for updates on 'projects'. โ Bet you're itching for a warm meal and a fresh drink. Hey, you've earned 'em. โ โ
"Busy day..." Miorine would rather not remember the stress from today's meeting, most of them kept wanting to know when weapons would be developed like the previous Gund-ARM. "Stressful is a better word..."
( I haven't checked the site all day, and I see ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ shite. Holy balls, I picked a helluva time to lock-in replies. )
โ โ ๐๐ถ๐ฉ โ neat horns. Surprisingly .แฃ Not my strangest client. โ Arms folding beneath her chest, the icy gaze of the nonchalant informant snaps to Sumeragi's countenance. โ Assuming you're ๐ฉ๐๐ guy, that is. You said you'd be hard to miss ... weren't kiddin'. โ โ
"Busy day..." Miorine would rather not remember the stress from today's meeting, most of them kept wanting to know when weapons would be developed like the previous Gund-ARM. "Stressful is a better word..."
โ โ Good food, good booze, great company. I wasn't wrong: you sure know how to pick 'em. โ One final stretch; a final exhale โ and the informant follows in tow. With a whip of her navy mane across her shoulder, her eyes can't help but linger ... โ Been busy, yeah .แฃ โ โ
"I appreciate the compliment. I'll take it to heart. As for where we can go... Hmm..." After giving it some thought, Miorine would settle for a place not too far from here. "Follow me, I know a good place. If you want to eat as well they serve food there too."
โ โ Target's a target. Human โ ๐ค๐ง otherwise. Had my fair share of run-ins with creatures of all shapes and sizes. Had my fair share of โฆ narrow escapes. But here I am: still tickin' โ So yeah: I've ๐๐๐๐ฃ there. Got doubts .แฃ You can ask my clients for a reference. โ โ
"If similar stakes equals an adventure into a bullet ridden hellscape that housed monsters, both human and not, then yes, I'd say we are in a similar background. Though I doubt you've been *There*. You look new, smell new, and probably taste new, too. You don't have that gunk -
โ โ Really speaking my language, aren't you .แฃ As it happens, ๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ก๐ฎ getting to know strangers is something I make a living on. Hey, simplicity is the ultimate sophistication, right .แฃ I'm sure I'll dig it. Feel free to press on, you just lead the way โ โ โ
" Hey, I do like to live dangerously and knowing new strangers around the area. Then come with me. You'll surely like my simple, humble abode. "
โ Oh, she can handle ๐๐ฉ. Can Ingrid handle the ๐ก๐๐๐ฏ๐ฒ firepower she might just find lurking beneath Electra's pants .แฃ There's only ๐ค๐ฃ๐ way to find out. โก โ
That tongue may trail to below in those pants. If she can handle it that is unless she is ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ to ~ . There was a look of mischief in her eyes and a grin on her lips .