Taking a break for half an hour from my Jadashi/Tadafrost rampage because I found some old drawings of mine in my closet and am sort of rediscovering my love for these two shitheads. As for the plot - they're human, it's supposed to be an assassin type scenario? Chevelle started playing and I went out into left field so... yeah. Drabbles n' shit. Implied relationship. I really do want to do more of these two.
"Take out the gunman." Obviously, that didn't happen yet – the fucker had the nerve to look him dead in the eye through his own fucking scope. Jack hates that this asshat has so much gall, forget that he found where Jack was squatting in the first place without even batting an eyelash.
"Boss?" Jack ignores Deuce's voice in his ear, knows the kid is fidgeting because he can't fuckin' sit still. Ever. All Jack needs is one clean shot and they can pack up and go home—
"Really now, Mr. Noir, it's rude to ignore your other crew members," says a voice that makes Jack want to punch something in the face. He doesn't even want to know how this fucker got up here and he's almost 110% sure Doc is cleaning his monocle like some sort of religion.
"Get your ass back down there, Scratch, so I can shoot you all proper and gentleman-like."
"Your sarcasm is most unpleasant, Jack. However, I cannot let you take me out – without buying me dinner first."
Jack wants to spit acid at Doc. He settles for a more metaphorical form – words. "Already did that yesterday. Your turn." Noir is getting back into position to shoot when Doc chimes in with, "Well I won't very well be able to do that if you shoot me, will I?"
"Oh, shut the fuck up. I was only gonna shoot you in the leg." Doc seems to take this into consideration and suddenly Jack sees through his scope what looks like the annoying oaf walking into his line of fire – looking completely oblivious and it's pissing him off. "Do you have to have such idiotic doppelgängers?"
"If this one was even half as smart as I, I'd be using him for something more practical – like a test subject. I'd like someone to be able to enunciate properly so I can record findings." Jack hears the slight sllp of silk being slid against another fabric and he figures Scratch is done preening for now.
Jack's finger barely twitches against the trigger and his target's brains are against the wall behind him. "Whatever."