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"You think this'll go well with my outfit?"
Kry brandished a simple, black t-shirt with a white graphic in front of their chest, contrasting against their heavy get-up of white and pink. Without looking up from his current cleaning endeavor, Kosma quickly replied with an "it looks fi-
WHAT THE FUCK WHY WOULD YOU WEAR THAT."
Kosma glanced up to look at the eternal insult to graphic design and fashion displayed on Kry's t-shirt. In bright white Impact font was the phrase "I PAUSED MY GAME TO BE HERE" with a generic video game controller icon below the text. A shit-eating grin blossomed across their face.
"Kosma! It's ironic! Besides, they won't even see the damn thing under my jacket."
"We're fucking dirt poor! You don't even OWN a video game console!"
"Yeah. That's why it's IRONIC!!"
"Have fun explaining that to Ekko, then."
Kry made an exaggerated sighing noise and pouted, holding the shirt back up so they were eye-level with the graphic side. They brutally scrunched the shirt up into a ball before strikingly standing up and turning their face back towards Kosma.
"...All my cool shirts are in the wash."
A faint ringing noise suddenly went off, its origin seeming to be from one of Kry's numerous pockets. They quickly gave themself a pat-down through the sides of their pants to identify the source of the noise.
"Shit."
They pulled out their phone, buzzing and ringing as it displayed one of their usual clients on the caller ID. Kry uttered a series of "uh huh"-s and "yeah, I'll get to that"-s before hanging up a few minutes later. They looked Kosma in the eye, a tired and regretful expression on their face.
"Hey, man. Do you mind heading to the karaoke bar first?"
"You got another commission?"
"Yeah. No killing this time. It'll just take, like, 20 minutes or something. Get yourself setup in the room you booked while you guys wait for me."
"Sounds good."
Kosma gave Kry an awkward thumbs-up of approval before they turned around and exited their and Kosma's shared apartment.
"Say hi to everyone for me!"
And with a characteristic gleam and flash, Kry seemingly vanished into the dimly-lit and slightly musty apartment complex hallway. A contrast to Kosma's meticulous free-time apartment maintenance, leaving the place pristine clean.
After a short moment of contemplation, Kosma gathered his wallet, phone and keys into the spacious pockets of his navy blue-and-white varsity jacket. It was typical, having Kry vanish for a few minutes or hours before returning back, a wad of cash in their hand just begging to be put into their savings account.
He gave the tiny apartment a final glance before leaving for the karaoke bar, the polished tile floors gleaming his reflection back at him. It seemed to remind him of someone. A crumpled-up lump of black once again contrasted against the setting.
"...That piece of shit forgot their shirt."
With a fleeting laugh of disbelief, Kosma took a tote bag and put the shirt in before swinging it over his shoulder. He left the apartment, locking the door behind him.