Luka had a murderous glare on his face as he looked at the two other males, utterly fed up with being tied up. He wasn't doing anything wrong, just on another mission, and now here he was. These two were going to be regretting their decision as soon as he got out of these ropes.
August glanced over at him. "He looks like an angry puppy-" He admits. "At least, in my eyes he does."
Wyatt paused. "HOW?! He looks like he's going to fuckin' kill me!"
August laughed, smirking. "And who said that was a bad thing? Anyway, What's your name?" He asked, holding his knife in his hand, looking toward Luka with a grin.
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Even if he wanted to curse out the two men in front of them, Luka stayed resolutely silent instead of giving out his name. He just raised an eyebrow, hoping with his glare that it came across as a silent middle finger towards them. They had the audacity to ask him for his name after tying him up, and he wasn't going to give it to them. Not unless he was forced to.
August leaned his head to the side, his eyes glistening as he sighed.
"Well."
He leaned a bit closer, leaning into his ear. "Would you want this to be a bit harder than it has to be?" He whispered, smirking a bit darkly.
"Tell me your name and I'll consider telling you mine," He replied calmly, still looking utterly pissed, "Or easier yet, untie me and you might get to live." Luka had been working at the knot in the rope, but with his hands behind his back, it wasn't exactly the easiest.
August shrugged. before sighing. "The names August." He said, smirking. "Now, darling, could you please tell me yours?" He asked, sitting down in front of him.
"Do I get to leave if I do?" He questioned, thankful that his reaction to being called darling didn't show. Normally he'd blush, but being angry and tied up made that reaction happily not show.
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August giggled. "Hm, I'll think about that later!~" He purred, giggling. "Just tell me your name, and we'll see babe." He chuckled, turning around, with a sigh.
Luka huffed, growling out, "Luka." He needed to get back to his assignment, not be here with a short cocky male that frankly had to stop calling him pet names. "Now, August, let me go." He worked on the knot further as he talked, focusing how flustered the names were making him into untying the knot.
August cooed. "Aw… Are you blushing?~" He purred, leaning a bit close with a giggle, and a smug grin across his face.
Wyatt took a few steps back. Yeah, he can get himself killed. He thought, walking off. August noticed how Wyatt walked off, but shook it off.
"I'm not blushing, I'm forcing myself not to murder you, and it shows up as a blush," Luka replied, glaring at August and not backing off when he came closer. That was a sign of weakness, and he was far from weak. He was a damn assassin after all, and he willed the pale pink to disappear from his cheeks.
August giggled. "Whatever you say, Luka~" He said, before grabbing his dagger and cutting the ropes, not minding if he gets beat, while leaning against the wall.
As soon as his ropes were cut, Luka was on his feet, stopping mere inches from August as he reached for his dagger. "You're lucky I don't have a weapon, or you would be dead by now," He hissed, stepping back when he realized he couldn't kill the boy easily and turning his attention to leaving wherever he was.
August giggled. "Wait." He said, before appearing infront of him. "What's this mission of yours?" He asked, leaning his head to the side. "You were walking to someone, before you passed out due to my friend. Who was he?"
"I was walking towards my target, whom I was supposed to kill," He replied, still glaring at August, "If you must know." Luka rolled his shoulders, looking down at him and stepping around him, "Now, leave me alone. I don't even want to know why you kidnapped me in the first place."
August paused. "Do you mind if I follow you?" He asked, tilting his head. "And I didn't kidnap you, Wyatt did." He muttered with a huff.
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"No, you'll get in my way," Luka replied immediately, turning once more to look at August, "You can tell you friend, Wyatt never to do that again by the way, or at least warn him to say his last goodbyes."
August giggled. "Okay- I won't get in your way but I'm following you either or!" He grins michiviously. "And I'd prefer you not to try and stop me." He says, his voice cold.
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Luka rolled his eyes, walking away from August, "Stay out of my sight, or I will stop you." He didn't put it more simple than that, just walked away from him and searched for his dagger.
August sighed, still following him without hesitating. "Mm~ Too bad so sad, love." he giggled childishly, following along next to him.
"One more rule. No calling me pet names," Luka added, scowling at August and feeling the faintest of a blush form on his face, "Or you will be laying unconscious somewhere where no one will find you."