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]

... 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?

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Let's just say that when it comes to poison, I've got an extensive knowledge. If you want to learn a thing or two, I'm the one to look for.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

Well. Not sure that'd be a good idea. I'm not a fast learner.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Trust me, when I'm done, you'll know.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[... hesitant silence here.]

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head]

Curious?

[spyied.livejournal.com]

A little.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

You wanna give it a try~?

[slides on over with a purr]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[blushing, shrugs.]

S-sure.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Come with me. I don't give free shows out, and this place is too public.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[gets up, rubbing his shoulder.]

Uh, 'kay.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[leads him down a hallway with a little grin. After a few more minutes of walking, he stops in front of a door, opening it softly]

Go on in.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[and he follows in, a little hesitantly with his hands behind him.]

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[shuts the door softly, turning on a light. It's a simple room, undecorated, but there are clothes strewn about]

Make yourself at home~

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[so he sits down at a chair, giving a glance around.]

Cosy.