❝(Do I wanna know?)
If this feelin' flows both ways?
(Sad to see you go) Was sorta
hopin' that you'd stay❞
❝(Baby, we both know)
That the nights were
mainly made For sayin'
...
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"And that's how Phil determined that the archduke just as to go," the handler says with a small smile as she places her glass of water down sheiks five just nods not listening to what she saying,
"Care for a dessert?" She asked making Five think his lips "I had a bad Twinkie in the apocalypse once, it's kind of put me off desserts."
"Please, indulge me"
Five leans over and takes on and slowly unwraps it and places it into his mouth, the handler clicks her lighter as she lights a cigarette just like Paige does but way more posher, "What does that taste like to you?"
"The 1950s?" Five asked
"Precisely right," the handler grins as the smoke flies out of her mouth and into the air where it will never be seen again,
"Our cleaver metaphysical division concocted a way, to perfectly distill an entire decade into a single candy, this one is modelled after the fudge mutt" the handler adds making five nods as he chews the 1950s flavour candy,
"Paige's favourite candy," Five chuckles quietly making the handler look up with a smirk "So tell me five, what is Paige like"
"Well, she is still the same person I married so... I don't know" Five shrugged as he continued to chew the sweet before a knock on the door snapped their head upside seeing Carla with two big grey boxes.
"Go ahead open them" the handler mutters as five nods and slowly lift one of the box lids sup decking a black dress, something that Paige would wear if they were killing someone, a pair of black heels went with it, "that's for Paige, for when she comes back which will be soon,"
Five looks at the handler eyebrows raising before owing the other box slowly revealing a grey three-piece suit all nice and neat, a black tie sits in the middle making five nods,
"Clothes make the person, five," the handler says as the smoke blows out of her mouth, "won't it be nice when you both can wear them?"
"Very soon, I assure you," five looks at the handler scanning her face making sure she isn't lying or anything, "there perfecting you're body as we speak,"
