Chapter 64
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Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, possible musical/singing moments and bad flirts.
Error/Moxxie speaking
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How the living hell is this business still standing?
Striker sitting down at the conference table as he cleans his guns. Millie across from him cleaning her Axe. Loona outside doing reception 'work'. Blitz was sprouting out ideas to expand the business.
Alright let him rephrase that. While Blitz was indeed like a rodeo clown boss. He does seem to know when to cool it. Run a business. Millie did tell him Blitz spending habits were worse at the beginning. A crazy doofus but he sure was protective of this 'family'. Strong and flexible too. Think on his feet a lot. While Millie thinks on instincts. Striker can appreciate that since he mix of those two fight process. He will admit this. The business defiantly surprises him and catch off guard.
Oh, but he enjoys hunting the target down. Doesn't mind even 'talking' to a client when they start to get a bit too rude.
Didn't mean there were times he question stuff. Like for example. They only have the damn book because of this transactional fucking. Still, remember that fun talk a few days back.
"Look I don't like Stolas much either. But it's an easy ticket to use the book." Blitz explained to Striker as the pair were getting ready to go kill a client.
"Ridiculous if you ask me." Striker snorted and look at the clothes he had to disguise himself into. What was he a construction worker?
"It is but the sex is great I will admit that. Besides the phone calls." Blitz shivered and putting a wig on.
"I don't want to know."
"Don't need too. He a freaky ass bird in bed. But I got to admit been nice with the lack of calls lately."
Striker toss the outfit on. "Is that normal?"
"Usually filled up or calls front desk. Guess he just been really busy with that whole inbred alien thing. "Blitz puts the rest of his clothe on. "Gets him off my back."
"Have you tried to call him?"
"Once. Didn't answer. Then a message. Kind of wanted to thank that Puppet string mask fellow."
"Oh?"
"Could have fuck off but did help Mox."
"Still don't know what to think of them. Seem like buddies with the Blueblood."
"Buddy or not they help Mox."
"Fair." Can't beat that logic but will keep an eye open if they ever see this Puppet. "What the heck you supposed to be?"
"A high demanding mother."
"So, a Karen?"
"Hey! I'm a bitch ass Karen!"
So, yeah fun talk. But hey got some good Intel at least. Blitz may not seem to care much for Stolas. Didn't mean he saw some glances at the phone. Then again could be for Moxxie too.
That was another topic as well.
Blitz defiantly doesn't mind talking about Moxxie either with compliments or a few sexual comments. Same with Millie. They weren't bad. It was topics Striker has thought about before. Just well he may be a bit jealous about it. Try not to punch Blitz. At least with Millie didn't seem he has to worry too much. Right? She enjoys the friendship the pair have.
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Error wanted rest! Not be a Imp...Oh well (Discontinued read description.)
Fanfiction(This story is discontinued. There is a 2.0 Version updated.) Error jumps in the void. He thought hurray rest, freedom, and a big middle finger to Fate. But nope instead he is given a new chance. A new beginning. As Moxxie the Imp. The assassin weap...