[There are a lot of strange things about being in another world. For one, Moby hadn't even known other worlds existed, let alone could be traveled to. For another, this world is nothing like the one he's familiar with, and while some part of him might be mildly homesick, there's another part of him that is so, so grateful for the higher technology. It's been so long since he's seen an actual cellphone or a laptop. Sure, it isn't quite what he was used to way back when, but this is definitely a step in the right direction compared to how backwards the world he's familiar with is.
(And that's a whole other topic of discussion he'd rather not think about or get into, so as usual, Moby decides to ignore it. ☆)
He's already got his first job - an assassination assignment to kill some boy named Percy. He's tracked his target down and has the perfect shot right now... in fact, this whole thing has seemed a little too easy. But who is Moby to deny easy money? That gives him more time to fuck around doing whatever he wants instead of having to work. The last thing he wants to do is take up a job in retail, ugh.
He's cornered Percy in an alleyway, and it really isn't hard to get the jump on him. Moby's a trained assassin with years of work in the field, so one of his knives is easily pressed to the kid's throat from behind as he asks in a casual, conversational tone:]
Any final words for me~?
[Just a regular, routine job despite the change in scenery.]
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(And that's a whole other topic of discussion he'd rather not think about or get into, so as usual, Moby decides to ignore it. ☆)
He's already got his first job - an assassination assignment to kill some boy named Percy. He's tracked his target down and has the perfect shot right now... in fact, this whole thing has seemed a little too easy. But who is Moby to deny easy money? That gives him more time to fuck around doing whatever he wants instead of having to work. The last thing he wants to do is take up a job in retail, ugh.
He's cornered Percy in an alleyway, and it really isn't hard to get the jump on him. Moby's a trained assassin with years of work in the field, so one of his knives is easily pressed to the kid's throat from behind as he asks in a casual, conversational tone:]
Any final words for me~?
[Just a regular, routine job despite the change in scenery.]