The Sniper's Sister

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most likely more filler

Idk at the moment I don't have a plot to it

Well I do, but it's like a few more years into the f u t u r e so for now it's filler and subtle advancement

shrug

Tbh I'm really bad at filler because it's mainly me winging all of it so I never put thought into it but I've been told by myself that my plot relations are actually really good

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by now y'all know there's a shit ton of time skips in this, and I'm going to go back and specify them later, but right now, this is um like idk

A few months after they started F R I C K I N G

I'm playing mario kart in just my underwear and eating ice cream while writing this at like 12 am I thought you should know
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Her job was short. His meeting was long. It was like this sometimes. She'd usually trash the flat while he was gone if she had nothing to do. Wore his shirts which were way to big for her but very comfortable.

Micheal would go out. Visit the cemetery sometimes, sometimes just do errands, or take a nap like he was doing then. Considering what they did for a living it was nice not having a psychopath that collects squids around.

Also she could smoke without him throwing a hissy fit. It was nice to relax every now and then. Even if it was only for a few minutes until someone was needed somewhere and someone had to die that day.

Erianna was laying on the couch, a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips and a poetry book in her hands. She moved one hand to the burning piece of paper in her mouth and inhaled deeply. One earbud played a playlist of Muse songs into her head as she read.

On her exhale, a breath of smoke escaped her mouth, just as her music cut off, and the ringing began. She sat up slowly and placed her book down on her lap. 'Boss' flashed across the screen and she groaned before answering.

"Stop smoking."

"Rather not." She raised her free hand and flipped off the small camera in the corner of the room. "Do you need something or can I go back to not following your rules?"

"Yes actually. The meeting is running over and I have a client in my office waiting for me." She could hear him pacing outside the boardroom.

"Thought you hated office clients?" She brought her hand back to the cigarette after putting her book on the coffee table.

"I do, but I make exceptions you know." She smiled as stood and headed towards her room to change.

"Who is it?" She could almost see him rolling his eyes.

"Daniel Stent."

She stopped walking. "Are you shitting me?"

"No, I'm not, just get in here as soon as you can. And whatever the problem is, fix it." He hung up after that and she smirked slightly. She made her way towards her room and peeled off the blood stained shirt she was wearing. Her black pants were fine, so she pulled on a white blouse and black heels.

"Micheal! Wake up! We're going into the office!" She yelled as she closed her bedroom door and went to his. "Get up lazyarse we have something to do!"

"Noooo," Micheal groaned like a teenager getting up for school.

Eri rolled her eyes and picked up the air horn beside his bed.