wake up and pay attention.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[he's lounging on the counter, reading something that's entitled '50 Easy On-Mission Recipes for Field Agents'.]

Where's the pizza recipe...

Comments

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[... huffs a little and shakes his head.]

Line of work.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

And what would that be~?

[spyied.livejournal.com]

If I told you, I'd have to kill you.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Ohh? One of those dangerous types? Well, I told my job to you and didn't kill you. Not planning on it either.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

... okay. I'm a freelance agent.

--uh. You know, a spy.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Ohh nice. Never tried that before. I just kill if the money's right, you know?

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[shrugs.]

Don't kill. Seduce.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Seduction is one step below killing. Gets their guard down, you know?

But that's interesting. Maybe you're worth my time after all~

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[slight blush, looks away.]

Maybe. I guess.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[pulls that chin so the other faces him]

I don't guess, I know.

[someone's kissing him on the lips now]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[the sudden kiss makes him almost scream, because he wants to prevent it, but it's too late and information's rushing into his head rapidly, enough to make him dizzy.]

Y-you were orphaned at eight...?

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[blinks. oh, he's very calm about this whole thing]

So is that what you can do? Get into my head through kissing me?

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[... slow nod.]

O-only facts. Things you could find on a permanent record and stuff.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Luckily a lot of my life isn't on record. But what should I do with you now that you know this information, hmmm~?

[spyied.livejournal.com]

... I only sell information. Don't worry, I won't use it against you.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

That so?

[smirks, arms wrapping around the other's shoulders]

Let's say I believe you, hmmm? You wouldn't break that trust right?

[he pushes the other forward, pressing him against the counter]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[doesn't flinch, but does frown.]

No. I wouldn't. Unless you broke my trust first.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[gets up smoothly, backing off.]

Now who would do a thing like that?

[spyied.livejournal.com]

I don't know.

[shrug.]

Citadel.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Citadel? Don't know that one.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

Neither did I.

[small smile.]

The China of spies. If you were an agent, there's a 60% chance that you were born, raised and trained in Citadel territory.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Interesting...

Hey, you ever work with poisons?

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[small smirk, and he turns his head away.]

I might've.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Wanna try it again?

[spyied.livejournal.com]

Try what?