" FUCK, MARRY, KILL " [MEWGULF]

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Gulf woke up at the dusk of the day. He felt heavy as his lover's arms was around him. He gently nudged it away and begin preparing his stuff.

He had work to do. His parents had asked him the previous day about the offer, something along the lines of killing a high-seated business man in the city. Gulf took it anyway despite his doubts about leaving Mew alone for a long period of time.

Sometimes his parents would take the offer themselves, but this time their day-job was far too busy and important.

It was still dark outside, the dark blue hue painted across the sky. Gulf had to prepare soon, because Mild would be picking him up early.

Yes, he did went with his cousin. Gulf was somewhat experienced with this type of job in the past and it was because of his parents; in a sense they were training Gulf for this particular work.

Despite only turning 18 a few months ago, he had his fair share of merc jobs. And he often brought Mild and Bright with him. This time though, Bright wasn't up for the job.

Explanation was not stated.

Gulf took out his old duffel bag and start rummaging through his belongings. He tried to search quietly as he didn't want to accidentally wake Mew up.

He wasn't too worried about his clothes. A couple pairs should suffice for him.

Gulf was carefully taking out his box of gold; meaning, his knife collection. He had hundreds of them downstairs where an old room once belonged to his grandma was at (rip), but he kept his favorite in this special box-like containers.

Although he wasn't sure hand to hand combat would be at play, it wouldn't hurt to pack his favorite knife, right? Beside, for good luck measures.

After he had done packing, he went the bathroom and bathed. Mild would come with the files about this person they were dealing with. He was always a nosy person back then, until he was given a room filled with monitors to actually give his nosiness a benefit.

He'd find info surrounds everything and anything.

Speaking of Mild, I'm pretty sure some may be confused as to why he was living with Gulf.

Simple,

Because of family.

Jokes aside, it wasn't really that surprising to find Mild on every time of the day at either Gulf's house or Bright. His parents were never really at home anyway, so what's the big deal?

Mild parents is highly trained mercenaries. So more often they would leave Mild alone in their empty house.

Living like that was such a bore, and so he lived from houses to houses. He'd check up on his parent's too, before finally leaving again.

Gulf stepped out from the bathroom, wiping his freshly washed face and body. He softly walked on the soft mattress before sitting down beside the asleep man.

Mew looked peaceful in his sleep.

The younger the caressed his cheeks slowly. Mew smiled at the touch and nuzzled further.

He finally opened his eyes and saw Gulf looking beautiful as always.

"Why are you up so early?"

Gulf chuckled, "I'm leaving today."

Mew sat up looking worried and dissapointed at the same time, he then gave Gulf a big hug.

"So soon?" Mew asked, "how long would you be gone?"