He didn't mean to brag, but Free kicked ass at Assassin. The game had been running for a week and he'd already killed three people. Sure, one of them had turned out not to be his target, but that was beside the point.
After all, he was immortal!
He started laughing, which made people look at him askance. Just because his laugh happened to sound maniacal…
Shit, right, he was trying to be subtle. He cut himself off and went back to blending in. He was on a mission, after all. His target had just passed through, and he was itching to get another kill. Admittedly, he had no idea where he was anymore, but he could worry about that later.
More pressingly, he seemed to have lost his target. Come on, he thought, how hard can it be to find a dude with bright blue hair?
He was considering climbing a wall to get a better view of the area when he was approached by a girl with silvery hair. Her makeup was a little weird, but she was undeniably cute. He grinned at her.
She seemed completely unimpressed, which wow, okay. Ignore his attempts to be charming. "You're Free, right?" she asked flatly.
Ah, she'd heard of him. His grin widened. "That's me, all right!"
She nodded. "Good." She pointed at him, thumb extended. "In that case, your ass is grass and I'm the lawnmower."
He gaped at her. "What… But… I'm immortal!"
She smirked, and okay, he kind of got the makeup now. "Evidently not. Now then, who was your target? I've only got an hour until my next class, and I want to make it count."
Oh right, his target. The one who was getting away as they spoke. "Shit!" He grabbed the girl's arm and started running, ignoring her indignant yelp. "If we hurry, we can still catch him!"
"I don't even know who we're looking for!" She made no effort to free herself from his grasp, though, so Free figured it was probably fine.
(They ended up horribly lost, and she was definitely going to be late for class. But she got her target, and he got her number, so it's not like he particularly cared.)
