to be with danger

one final thing

Looking across the street, type sat to a bench with his arm over the back to look forward to see the bosses son, walk about with a pile of papers to his chest to go to a food truck to order.
Type tilted his head to look him up and down.
A bit short, lengthy, un balanced....... Can see why Mr. Tyme didn't find him interesting. Looks like any other young Thai boy.
Type took in a deep breathe to then walk across the street to then stand behind him to then move his head a bit to the side to listen to his voice.
Making a face, he then looked back at him.
Voice creaks, too noisly, high pitch, doesn't really sound like he did on the phone.
Type then darted his eyes to watch him leave to then go and follow.
Staying close, he kept looking him up and down, to see he was lengthy, didn't know and couldn't tell if he was muscular like himself.
After consuming all of his food, he stopped to look down with a Furrowed brow to then turn to then look at type..
"Why are you following me?"
Type raised an eye brow.
"I work for your father."
They shrugged to clutch onto the papers that were to his chest.
"And....... Why are you following me?"
Type took in a very deep breathe, he looked over this boy to see going with the truth would get him a further response that he is trying to get.
"We..... Spoke on the phone awhile ago."
They shrugged again.
"Um.... When?"
"A bit ago. We were talking about Mr. Tyme."
There eyes widened to then turn about and quick to then start to go forward.
"Leave me alone."
Type slightly smirked to then walk quicker behind with his hand to his pocket.
"So..... To summarize a few things with you. You went after Mr. Tyme, he didn't find you interesting, ignored you and you were fired?"
They stopped to clutch on the papers to look to the ground and hard.
"That's...... Not all that happened."
Type looked him over.
"Well, I know this man is openly gay. We're you two in a relationship?"
They signed.
"No...... We never got to.....ugh! I don't want to talk about it!"
They then started to walk even quicker.
"Do you know what he finds interesting?"
They stopped again to then turn and quick to then look over type.
"Why do you care?"
Type then wrapped his arms about himself.
"It's classified."
They narrowed there eyes.
"Has I told you on the phone. Please just leave him alone. I told my dad the same thing."
"This mission is still going to happen. The more you tell me the more it'll help."
"What kind of mission is it?"
"Still classified."
They signed to then roll there eyes.
"I want you to just leave him alone."
"Mm.... unfortunately I can not. I do really need your help."
They looked type about.
"Your mission..... It's going to hurt him..... Won't it?"
Type shrugged.
They took in a deep breathe to then turn there head to the side.
"I..... Am not going to help you. I have no idea what you are planning to do. I really want you to just leave him alone."
Type signed to then turn.
They then turned there head to look forward.
"Where are you going?"
Type stopped to then turn his head to look back.
"You're being useless. I honestly don't have time for this."
They widened there eyes to see type go..
They then step towards type.
"I don't really know what he finds interesting."
Type stopped for the other to stop has well.
"Oh?"
"I just know, don't try and seduce him. If he finds you interesting he'll go to you. That's all I really know."
Type nodded to then start to go forward again.
"Thank you."
They stayed eye they were to then hung there head.
"Ww.... Wait."
Type stopped again to look down.
"Whatever your mission is, can you please just not do anything. Can you just leave him alone?"
Type shook his head.
"Sorry but...... No can do."
They slowly looked up to then sign to watch has type went off.
"Please!" He shouted after.
Type rolled his eyes to then keep going forward.
This asshole really does need to go down, the affect he has on idiots like this boy, will just cause more heart breaks.
Type shook his head to then head towards the bus stop.
The other watched him go to make a face to turn and quick to go home, he needed to have another word with his father.
Going back to the hotel, type slowly went in with his head hung to remember everything that other said to him, to commit it to memory.
Inside, he then started to take off his clothes to then go to the bathroom to take a relaxing shower.
With his back to the wall, he then placed his hands to his body to wash the soap off to keep his eyes forward.
So when I go undercover, I can't try to go after him, have to have him come to me, mmm how can I make myself more interesting to him?
Type darted his eyes to then move his back from the wall to then turn about to shut off the water to then get out to grab a towel to then place to his lower to then go forth to the bedroom, to go to the side table to grab out a cigarette to place to his mouth to then lit, to place between his fingers to take in a deep inhale, to then go to the bed to flop down, to have a hand up his forehead to rub to then take another deep inside of his cigarette to them place it away to flick the ash onto the bed.
Think I just have to play hard to get. Seems to get to ceto.
Type rolled his eyes.
Well, don't even have to play, I feel nothing for him. Mm.... Maybe that is how I have to go about this with Mr. Tyme. I do believe going about a sexual situation would be able to get me closer to him so I can get what I need to nail this prick.
Type signed.
I'm not gay though......
Type took in a deep breathe to growl a bit has he heard his watch go off.
Getting up, he then placed the cigarette to the side table to put it out to get up to go to the bathroom.
Guess Will..... Do what I have to.....