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──── 'my hands, your hands, and our shared will to kill klaus hargreeves '──── [CH. X] ✦ ˚
"i'm in, loverboy."
"excuse me while i throw up in my mouth."
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THE SIGHT OF FIVE'S FINGERS, digits scrawled upwards and offered to Ophira's own is a sight to behold.
"Business only."
The boy uttered at one glance at Ophira's visibly taken-aback stare. His voice is rough and calloused, as if the girl would interpret the motion any differently in the slightest. Five's eyebrows draw together tightly, puckering the thin skin between his eyes. He was on edge, clearly, and holding hands with a childhood acquaintance was the last thing on his mind.
"Business only,"
Ophira confirms, after a halting moment, air ceasing in the atmosphere around them. The tenderly glossed frame of Ophira's lips tightens at once, bringing their own slenderly built fingers to his own. Their fingertips hook together loosely. Ophira feels their entire being stiffen at the slightest touch, a hateful feeling gnawing at their insides.
"You're their..."
Ophira's attention is directed towards the executive, the man sitting promptly behind his desk. The trio confide in his office, Klaus taking a humble seat in front of his workspace whilst Five and Ophira hover off to the side (via Klaus' strangely precise and strict order).
