once again, here we go... D:
Gin stared at the ball of yarn. he made sure not to blink... lest the boss try for something... else in the moment without sight. the yarn grinned toothily at him. the loose end brought a large file folder and passed it to the irritated assassin.
he wont be as easy a kill as the last bits of nonsense I've had you attend to. Gin sighed. taking the file, he flipped it open to the picture section. he didn't care why said person was dying, he just needed a picture for Vodka to memorize. when he looked back at the boss a moment later, his eye twitched at the Bengal tiger now adorning the office chair. the massive cat was boredly surfing the Internets for things that gin still didn't really care about.
"Vodka will accompany you?"
"Yes boss." There was no doubt that the stocky man was useful, in his own way at the very least.
"Very well then. fetch him." Gin nodded, and left the room, some deep, buried part of him wondering what the boss would be when he returned. Vodka was where he had been left - eating dinner on the curb beside the car. because FUCK if Gin would chance getting food on the upholstery.
the return was immediate, the boss was found in vermouth's scantily clad form, then he dissolved into nothingness, leaving the partners locked into the office. Gin waited... patiently isn't the word, he didn't do patient. however, it was the boss, so he wasn't shooting up the room, or even swearing. Vodka just looked stupid, like he always did.
and then the floor vanished from below them, then reappeared, leaving a middle aged man to sit down at the desk.
terrible, i know... f*k my mind. -will continue once she works on something relevant-