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Author wiped the blood off his cheek with the back of his hand. He rested his bat on his shoulder as he looked down at him and his brother’s work. “Whew, that was tiring,” he gave a light chuckle, extending his free hand for a fist bump. “Good job!”
Host gave a relieved sigh and returned the gesture. “Now all they need to do is take a picture and send it to Dark.” Their familiars fluttered to the ground and curiously sniffed at their “work.”
At their feet, was a bloody heap of a man. Their latest hit. It was a simple job, and the twins didn’t have anything else to do so they might as well commit first-degree murder. What else was one to do on a Tuesday afternoon, after all?
The fun wasn’t done just yet, apparently. Author stifled a laugh and handed his phone to Host. “I have an idea.”
That was never a good sign. Host took the phone, but before he could ask what Author was doing, his brother crouched beside the body and posed for a picture.
“Take the pic!” Author snickered, sticking out his tongue and winking at the camera. Licht even decided to get into frame, laying on the body and nipping at the dead man’s hand.
“Seriously?” Host sighed. He shook his head, though there was a small smile on his face as he held back a laugh.
“Yeah, it’ll be funny! Just take it.”
“Alright...” Host lined up the shot and snapped a quick picture. Yep, that sure was Author posing casually beside a body. His brother was oddly photogenic considering he was the one that did most of the work on this job.
Author laughed as he bounced back to his feet. He quickly went to Host and looked at the picture. “Oh good, I look hot,” he hummed. He took his phone back and prepared to send it to Dark.
“Is Author seriously sending that to Dark?” Host asked, knowing fully well what the answer was going to be. He didn’t need his magic to predict this.
The look Author gave his brother was an expression that conveyed. ‘Yeah, no shit I’m gonna send it to him.’ Setting everything up, he paused before he texted Dark. “Wait, don’t tell me what he’s going to say, I bet I can get it right.” He straightened his posture and looked serious. “Why do I even let you work for me?” He guessed, making his voice gruff and deeper to mimic their boss. Though, he soon laughed again and was back to his cocky ways. “Am I right?”
Host actually laughed alongside him at that terrible impression. “No, but Author’s close. It’s,” he mimicked Dark too, “why do I even pay you?”
Author tsked. “Damn...” he hit send, and no surprise, Dark texted back exactly what Host predicted. Should’ve guessed that. Putting his phone away, he patted Host’s shoulder and they began walking away from the scene. With a simple mutter from the narrating man, the body was pulled six feet under and the scene was basically cleaned up.
“The Host believes Author should pay for lunch because he lost that bet,” he chuckled. Key perched on his shoulder and nodded enthusiastically.
“Fine, that’s fair.” Author rolled his eyes, but grinned as they kept walking. Licht was close behind him, making a sound that was dangerously similar to a snicker.
Just another day on the job.