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||cb or drop !! 
          	
          	planning to respond to everything else !!! But I don’t mind sending out more !

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||cb + specify (optional), muse has returned ; responses will be tomorrow some time!

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@-russianspies ||
            
            “A little.” He responded quickly to her stage whisper. Solo sighed frustratedly; he knew she cared about him which is why she was concerned. She was the only one who had /actually/ cared for him in a long time. Which is why he wasn’t used to it. Napoleon wasn’t good at listening to orders. The CIA knew that. He raised a hand slightly, trying show her that he was listening, well, partially. He had just found the heiress. “You are too having all the fun. I get to sit in a hotel all day and stare at a shitty off-white ceiling trying not kill myself from boredom.” He responded in a distracted voice before he was focused back on the redhead in front of him, “oh darling, jealous? Don’t be, you’re my type. Alone. Funnily enough though, your target’s girlfriend has my Rembrandt. Maybe we can work together? Hmm? Come on Nat.” He tried to convince her, almost like a young child trying to get something. 
            
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@-russianspies || 
          
          The man nearly dropped his glass, not expecting his better half to be there at the same event as he had been casing for the past two weeks. He may have been confined to a hotel room but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t make plans. Especially since the CIA assumed he was dead. Oh, he had plans. Napoleon was in one of his best suits and his target tonight was the heir of quite a bit of money…and priceless art pieces. He had missed this game, but most importantly, Solo missed being /out/. Now, Natasha was not supposed to be there. He quickly took her arm and pulled her to the side with him, bringing his voice down as he responded to her, “Nat, I’m fine. I promise.” His blue eyes watched her face trying to decide if he tells her the truth or lies… “This was my only chance at a missing Rembrandt.” He hissed softly, his gaze shifting back to the crowd to look for the heir, “plus, I couldn’t sit around twiddling my thumbs for that long while you get to have all the fun~” Napoleon purred with his charming smile. 
          
          || finally responding because them <33  tysm !!!

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@-greywidows || 
          
          “If you leave, I have no choice but to try and stop you again.” Napoleon quickly spoke in return, his right hand finally come up to press his wounded left side. “You’ll find I can be quite persuasive…and persistent. Trust me, you’re going to need my help. I can make your job easier, but I had to stop you back there from making a mistake. Which, granted, wasn’t one of my smartest choices.” He winced, raising his other hand to try and keep her from walking off.

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@-greywidows ||
          
          He was in a corner…or it looked like it. Most likely he was, he never looked too far ahead some nights and played it by ear. It was a problem, he’d want a challenge and then end up in a situation that left him with another scar or bruise. “What if I wasn’t trying to stop you? What if…I was trying to help you? You might need someone with my—skills.” He commented, trying to ignore the cut on his side.
          
          ||eeeee bless you!

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[ @-redspies ]
            
            “Mm, oh you don’t know /how/ lucky you are.” He quickly followed up before reaching into the jacket of his suit and pulling out a a couple bills. He placed them on the bar next to his drink and rose to his full height, buttoning the front of the jacket as he looked her up and down. “I know just the place.” Napoleon offered her his arm as he turned, ready to leave. “I just hope you don’t mind that it /is/ the room I am staying in for the night. It is quite private. No one will bother us for…” he paused to think about before the Cheshire grin returned, “well, for awhile.”
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[ @-redspies ]
          
          The man's gaze remained on the empty glass in front of him, not glancing at the woman who seemed to be talking to him. "Depends on how much I get paid to overcome said 'difficulties'." came the low comment before he finally glanced at her. His blue eyes glinted in the light, hiding further mysteries underneath. "But luckily for you, I often give pretty women a considerable discount." He winked.
          
          ||i do not mind one bit, you are always free to drop something! <33