Luka: leans against the wall, taps fingers Holy shit, I can't believe we're here again. We gotta get that dough.
don't worry, i have the cash with me, Luka
Luka: grinning widely Well, well, well. Look at you, all prepared. You know, Nunchsmi, you've always been the brains of this operation.
smirks Not sure if that's a compliment coming from you, Luka. But thanks, I guess. Let's just get this over with.
Luka: raises an eyebrow Watch yourself, Nunchsmi. Compliments ain't my style. But you got guts, I'll give you that.
rolls eyes You're such a charmer, Luka. Just remember your cut is mine too. Let's not forget the share of the profits.
Luka: laughs sarcastically Oh, trust me, Nunchsmi. I haven't forgotten about our little arrangement.
chuckles nervously Good. Alright, let's meet the boss then. This whole 'living in the shadows' thing is getting old.
Luka: waves his hand dismissively Hah! Always the talker, Nunchsmi. No time for chit-chat now. We need to find the boss before he finds us first.
nunchi walks into a crowd of criminals
Luka: raises his voice Hey, Nunchsmi! Don't get lost in there! We're here for business, remember? No getting sidetracked by the free drinks!
smirks "Don't worry, Luka. I know how to handle myself."
Luka: scoffs Handle yourself? That's a joke, Nunchsmi. You're as fragile as glass. Just one wrong move and you're shattered.
smirks Maybe you're right, Luka. But sometimes, breaking a few glasses is the only way to survive.
Luka: leans in closer, whispers Just remember, Nunchsmi, breaking glasses is one thing. But stepping on broken glass? That's a whole different level of stupid.
smirks "Oh, Luka. You worry too much. Trust me, I've got this under control."
Luka: narrows his eyes Under control, huh? Well, I hope for your sake that's true. Because if you screw this up, we're both dead.
smirks "Death? Pshh, please. I've been dancing with death for years, Luka. It's just another dance partner in my book."
Luka: clenches his fists Dancing with death, huh? Well, let's hope you don't lead us into a bloody waltz.
smirks A bloody waltz? Nah, Luka. More like a swift tango. Let's cut in before the music changes.
Luka: cracks his knuckles Fine, Nunchsmi. Let's tango our way through this mess. But remember, one wrong step and we're done for.
smirks "Done for? Not on my watch, Luka. Now let's go cut some deals."
Luka: grabs Nunchsmi's arm tightly Deals, huh? Well, let's hope you're as good at cutting them as you are at talking big.
smirks "Big talk? That's my specialty, Luka. Now let's see if your walk matches your talk."
Luka: snarls Walk your talk, huh? Fine, let's see who's got the guts to follow through.
nunchi cuts a deal with the mafia
Luka: grabs Nunchsmi's arm even tighter Did you just... did you actually go through with it? We're in deep shit now, Nunchsmi.
the mafia boss smacks nunchi in the head
Luka: growls Son of a bitch! They double-crossed us, Nunchsmi! What were you thinking?