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๐๐๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ
@wrightplaced
โง 2 / 4 clone of robert house. hitman.

Edisonโs line of sight, lowering his voice. โOh yeah? Bet youโd love that, wouldnโt you?โ The smirk that follows is both inviting and likely infuriating. Made only worse by the minty bubble he blows between them, with a steady ease. A silent dare.

Leaning back in his chair Elliot blew turned his gum over in his mouth, pinching the tip to stretch a long string out in front of him before coiling it back together between his teeth. โUh huh. Remind me again how awful I am so we can wrap this up and get back to business.โ


We definitely should do this And see if the clones wanna join us


Brows shooting skywards in a second however as his feet slipped down from the desk, a loud โHah!โ Shooting out of him. โThats so funny because last I remember, I never said it did!โ

Elliotโs eyes very nearly roll out of his head. โOh my god- what because you couldnโt take a shit in peace?โ He laughs, short and sharp. He always enjoyed when Edison got like this, it was so easy to make him uppity. โThe cubicles were free, you didnโt have to watch.โ

Child, not only by Edison but by his father too. โMm well, that happened a long time ago.. a whole decade if you can believe it. So you donโt need to call anyone, I wasnโt taken advantage of. I gave her my complete and enthusiastic consent.โ

With a chorus of obnoxiously loud chews on their way to his office, where he paused to hold the door open for Edison, blowing a bubble with a grin as he passed.




The other. โExcuse me, please.โ

โI didnโt shoot you a one liner.โ He says to the mirror, combing his hair back into place with a wet hand. โTrousers.โ He corrects, dabbing his face with a paper towel as he looks back over at his long suffering companion. โWe call them trousers here, Ed.โ



