Save for one or two other high-risk gigs that are more trouble than they're worth... a little bit of everything else. Intel, contraband, had a pretty lucrative bounty case come our way not all that long ago... you know.
[Your usual brand of Criminal Bullshit, which he says entirely too casually.]
Anyone operating in our area has to go through us-- either legitimately, or the hard way if they try to sneak around.
[He's honestly this close to just grabbing Taako by the shirt out of pure annoyance--
And then he remembers, because thankfully he's encountered the week's effects already. Chuuya stops himself short, grumpily wiping a little smear of flour from his face as he steps back.]
[Once it's done being iced, he picks up the cookie with a spatula and holds it out to him. So they don't touch, obviously.
Is . . . is this a directive.]
It's fine if you disinfect afterwards. [He pauses, while he thinks if he thought to do that before he started in here today.] Hey, do you know where people banged already?
[He literally shudders and does a bit of a gag motion at the very idea of someone banging on the counter he's just been using. God. Everyone here is so nasty.]
Yeah? Yeah, I would absolutely do that.
[Though he recovers a little when his cookie is complimented.]
I know. Why does everyone seem so surprised? it's on my friggin' profile.
Much as I'd like to see that happen-- it's not info I can give you.
[Which is a shame, it'd probably be great entertainment...]
I just don't know a lot of people who can bake, all right? Usually I'd buy these... the boss's kid makes me take her out to get desserts every so often.
[Smirking, just a little, at the image of Chuuya, boss' kid errand boy. That's kind of funny.]
You're not the boss? I was kind of imagining you as the boss. [Hm.] Well, how about if I get to the end of this alive, I'll make you a to-go box, and you can blow her fucking mind with my baller ass cookies.
I'm one step below the boss. There's him, then five of us executives-- but good to know I could pass for the guy in charge.
[Little bit of an ego boost, little bit terrifying to think about, but it's fine? That offer gets a laugh out of him, though, shaking his head as he finishes that cookie off.]
Are you kidding me? Then she'd want me to get her more of them, and none of the brass would ever hear the end of it.
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Thank you. It's because of my rockin' bod.
[At least he's confident.]
So if you don't deal in drugs, what do you deal in?
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[Your usual brand of Criminal Bullshit, which he says entirely too casually.]
Anyone operating in our area has to go through us-- either legitimately, or the hard way if they try to sneak around.
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[ . . . Then he flicks more flour at him.]
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And then he remembers, because thankfully he's encountered the week's effects already. Chuuya stops himself short, grumpily wiping a little smear of flour from his face as he steps back.]
You are so lucky I can't touch you right now.
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[Waggling his eyebrows. STOP. But he backs off, snorting a laugh to himself, writing "BEGONE THOT" on a cookie.]
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[Still gotta be a shit! He folds his arms on the counter though, lingering back a little bit while he watches. What the fuck is a thot...]
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Is . . . is this a directive.]
It's fine if you disinfect afterwards. [He pauses, while he thinks if he thought to do that before he started in here today.] Hey, do you know where people banged already?
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[He'll take that cookie, thanks, pausing for a second to take a bite of it-- then he blinks down at it before taking another.]
Shit, you're good at this.
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Yeah? Yeah, I would absolutely do that.
[Though he recovers a little when his cookie is complimented.]
I know. Why does everyone seem so surprised? it's on my friggin' profile.
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[Which is a shame, it'd probably be great entertainment...]
I just don't know a lot of people who can bake, all right? Usually I'd buy these... the boss's kid makes me take her out to get desserts every so often.
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You're not the boss? I was kind of imagining you as the boss. [Hm.] Well, how about if I get to the end of this alive, I'll make you a to-go box, and you can blow her fucking mind with my baller ass cookies.
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[Little bit of an ego boost, little bit terrifying to think about, but it's fine? That offer gets a laugh out of him, though, shaking his head as he finishes that cookie off.]
Are you kidding me? Then she'd want me to get her more of them, and none of the brass would ever hear the end of it.