to be with danger

hammered and hard

Nodding off, type then straightened himself up to then take in a deep breathe to move his hand up to yawn into it.
Placing his hand down he then flipped one page to another to eye over it to sign.
Tensing, type turned his head to look over mr. Tyme who came in with two coffees.
He then placed one down to stand to the side of type to eye.
"Working late I see."
Type took in a deep breathe to then look a bit around Mr. Tyme to see his guard with his back to the glass door to then look can you the folder to slowly take his hand down to then turn on the audio recorder.
"You have my brother."
Type then placed a hand to his neck to rub has he kept looking over the paper.
"See. I have you at your best."
Type signed to then turn his head to look up at mr. Tyme.
"Where is he?"
Mr. Tyme placed the coffee to his lips to drink and slow to shake his head.
Type signed to then turn his head back to look down.
Mr. Tyme took the drink down to eye over type to then smell about to then hold out his hand.
Type then turned his head has he heard Mr. tyme cleared his throat.
He then looked to his open hand.
"What?"
"I can smell cigarette smoke too you're clothes. I have a keen sense of smell. Hand your pack to me. Also know you are not to smoke in my presence. Understand."
Type signed to then take a hand to his back pocket to then grab out the pack to then give it to him with a face.
Mr. tyme then looked to them to shake his head in disgust.
"This is a filthy habit that leads you closer to your death."
Type took in a deep breathe to start to grow in irritation.
"Mm.... Well.... It's my choice."
"Well, not anymore has you are too be here."
Type nodded to then turn his head to then wrap his hand to the coffee to then bring it to his mouth to consume.
Mr. Tyme continue to stand to the side to then wrap his arms about to eye him narrowly.
Type then placed the cup down to place a hand to his neck to rub to then sign, he then turned his head to eye over Mr. Tyme.
"Is there something I can help you with?"
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow.
"A little appreciation."
Type signed.
"You want a medal for being nice and bringing me something to drink?"
Mr. Tyme flexed his jaw to then eye type in anger.
"I believe I've made a mistake. I am going to fix that now."
Type looked to him confused.
"What?"
"I am going to my guard to switch you with your brother. I do not like this attitude."
Type took in a deep breathe to eye the coffee.
"I am very sorry. Tiredness is not my best suit. Thank you for bringing this to me."
Mr. Tyme stopped to then turn his head to eye over type.
"That's better. You need to adjust your attitude and behivor. I do reserve the right to switch you with your brother at any point. Do you understand me?"
Type nodded.
"Good. You can have one more hour to look over this material before you will be dragged to a hotel to where you will be staying, and no it will not be where your brother was placed."
Type then signed to look to him.
"Why do I need to be dragged?"
"Well, I guess that will be up to you then. Leave willingly, then a guard will just take you there."
Type made a face.
"Why a hotel? Why can't I go home?"
"Need to keep you near. A lot of what you are looking over is all personal. You have not yet signed a contract, until then, you need to be too this hotel."
Type nodded to then look over the paper.
Mr. tyme then looked over him to raise an eye brow.
After a bit, type took in a deep breathe to then turn his head to look to mr. Tyme.
"Are you going to be here until I have to leave?"
Mr. Tyme shook his head.
"Then..... Is there something you are too be wanting?"
"You do know I am openly gay?"
Type took in a very deep inhale.
Knew what I was would eventually get to him.
Type turned his head to then look down.
"I've heard some things to the office before they had my brother and I come here."
"Will that affect your job performance?"
Type shook his head.
"I really don't mind. Just know I am straight and this needs to be highly professional."
Mr. Tyme rolled his eyes.
"That will not be a problem. You are not my type also I do not find you at all interesting."
Type widened his eyes to then part his lips to then turn his head to watch him go to start to breathe heavily.
He then turned his head forward to hang out to dart his eyes to make an astonished face.
What the hell! This has never happened before. Fuck! This was how I was going to gain his trust and get what I need to nail this son of a bitch! What am I going to do now!?
Type groaned to then place the piece of paper he was looking to inside the file to then get up, he would rather leave now to be able to be alone to really think and try to figure out what was going on.
Type then left to go to the guard.
"I would like to go now."
The guard nodded to then take type out, passing by, Mr. Tyme was to his back to the wall to keep his head forward, arms wrapped about himself, to raise an eye brow to watch them leave to then eye type narrowly.
There is something about you I can't place my finger on. Mm, guess only time will tell.
He chuckled.