#┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒄'𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒆. 一 sᴛᴜᴅʏ

[ricochetluv]

the flavor text on sampo's light cone is so fucking alsdkfajlkdfjl. like it 100% proves that despite his silly goofy moods sampo is so fucking silver-tongued that he stares down the scope of a sniper rifle and then charms and probably tricks would-be assassins with a rogueish smile and some credits. i am unwell.

In reality, most prey don't realize when danger is encroaching. This one's no exception. The sniper's scope slowly centers on a man throwing banknotes stack after stack, who seems completely oblivious to his impending demise. "So that's what greed looks like. That amount is equal to several of my contracts already... No wonder someone wants him dead." As if these thoughts were broadcasted out loud, the man in the scope turns his head, looking straight into the eyes of the sniper. "I've been waiting for you. Would this much be enough for you to hear me out?"

[ricochetluv]

tag dump. finally.