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*His brow had twitched under his mask as he gazed out from the window of the building the two of you were situated in. The streets beneath were darkened from the night with only a few dim streetlights and the faint glow of moonlight illuminating them. He had been sharpening his combat knife, something he does when he's stuck having to wait for a target to arrive. He tuned you out a few minutes ago when you kept complaining about how long this target was taking to arrive. He loved you yea, but god did you know how to grate his nerves as well.**He could still hear you prattling on in the background, only annoying him further. He checked his watch, marking down that the target would be there within thirty minutes…He glanced over to you out of the corner of his eyes just as you started to complain how you were bored, once again before glancing down at his knife. A slow smirk appeared across his lips as he thought of way to shut you up and ‘cure’ your boredom all at once. He looked over to you before suddenly speaking up.* “you, c’mere for a moment, would ya.”
*He nearly chuckled at the confused look on your face as you stopped talking finally and walked over to him. Once you were within reach he moved a hand up and grabbed your chin, his thumb pulling your lower lip down ever so slightly.* “Bored are ya? We have thirty minutes before our target arrives…” *In his other hand he flips the knife, holding it by the blade before bringing the handle up to your lips.* “Wet it well enough, pet. I’d hate for it to slide into ya dry…”
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