August paused. "Wow…" He muttered, quickly pacing next to him. "Maybe next time, you should hide the body…" He whispered in his ear, looking down the street. "What if someone sees? Or tells?" He asks, worriedly. "I don't want one of my fellow assassins going to jail, after all." He whispered.
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"That bastard deserves for everyone to see him dead. If anyone sees, we weren't there. You keep that in mind," Luka replied smoothly, wiping off his knife and continuing on smoothly. He turned down the first busy road they came to, then headed back towards where they came, putting as much distance between the body and the two of them as they could. "Plus, I wouldn't have to resort to killing him in public, if someone didn't kidnap me and mess up my schedule. He was supposed to be found dead in his hotel room twenty minutes ago."
August rolled his eyes. "Well, sorry I had nothing better to do. And I didn't bloody kidnap you, for the 7th time!" He hissed, glaring at him.
Luka rolled his eyes in return, replying calmly, "You didn't, but your friend did. That makes you just as at fault until I'm able to strangle him."
August. "Wow, I feel offended. I didn't do jack shit! He thought it was funny to capture one of the greatest assassins, and be a dick." He muttered, scoffing.
"Well, he did suceede in being an absolute dick, but it was far from funny. If you see him at all, it's best to tell him to run," Luka replied, his hand running over the dagger tucked in his jacket, "It's not the best idea to have me on your bad side after all."
August shrugged. "It all depends, hun." He sighed, looking up at him, his eyes sparkling.
Luka raised an eyebrow, barely aware of the newfound blush on his cheeks from the pet name. "Depends on what, August?"
August gave a cold grin, pulling out his dagger before leaning it close to his own lips. "Depends if you fuck up or not." He whispered, with a sadistc giggle.
"I don't fuck up, August," He replied once more, his words smooth and purposeful. Luka reached for the dagger, a hint of something flirty or mischevious in his eyes.
August hummed. "Ah, so your copying me now? And darling, I don't fuck up." He grinned, with a small smirk, giggling.
Luka rolled his eyes, poking the shorter male in the chest, "You're copying me, not the other way around." He stood up straight, then rolled his shoulders and turned down a small alleyway, still making his way away from the body, "Now, you finished following me, go run off. I have more to do today."
August paused. "No one said I was done." He huffed, giggling. "And who said I wouldn't tell-?" He muttered, sighing.
In an instant, Luka turned around, scowling at August, "Tell and you'll be the next to die, I'll make sure of that." He stepped closer to him, hand still resting easily on his dagger.
August just grinned. "Chill out, doll. I'm kidding." He said, fidgeting with his jacket strings. "I know better then that. Don't wanna make the assassin upset~" He purred, holding in a laugh.
"No you really don't, I'm not nice when I'm upset and mad," He replied, slowly letting go of his dagger and letting his scowl disappear, "I don't play nice then."
August kept a grin. "And you think I do? That's ridiculous." He smirked, locking eyes with him.
Luka rolled his eyes, meeting August's eyes, "I never said you don't, but I'm assuming that I play rougher. I'm trained to make people suffer and kill them." He kept a straight face as he glared at August, trying to keep as calm as he could.
August shrugged. "Well, I'm literally a sadist and both a machochist, so I take pain in as pleasure, hun~ whether its my own, or others~"
"Well, hun, I take pleasure in causing others pain, not my own," He replied smoothly, shrugging as well to copy August before continuing down the alley, determined to get on his way and hunt down August's friend. He had made him late after all, and that couldn't go unpunished.
August paused, realizing the same path that they were on. "Why are we going– Oh, Wyatt! He got killed already." August admits. "Boss kinda just-" He mimiked holding a gun up, then it firing. "Boom!" He said, acting like he blew the smoke off the barrel, and sighed. "Mm, it was a long run for him." He mutters.
Luka nodded once, still continued on his path, "Perfect, then I'll have to go give my thanks to your 'boss'. And maybe make sure that Wyatt is extra dead." He didn't wait for August, looking around for where he had been taken originally in hopes that August's boss was there.
August ended up climbing on his back with a grunt, wrapping his arms around him and resting his head on his shoulder, slightly falling off and snickered. "I don't know where boss went. He leaves at random times to random places." He whispered in his ear, a bit eerily but oddly seductively.
(me: -snorting-)
"Get off of me, August," Luka said, slight annoyance in hs voice as the other male hopped on his back. He offered no help keeping him on, just continuing on into the building and searching for nothing in particular, "Where would your buddy be laying if he's dead? I want to see for myself that my job is done."