Mr. Citrine: wiping blood from his knuckles "You always this lucky, or just trying to get me fired, boss?"
grabs TypingNinja's arm and pulls her closer Look, kid, I may not be the most likable guy in the world, but I've got your back.
laughs sarcastically Oh, you want to know why? Well, let me give you a little insight, princess.
she crosses her arms go ahead.
leans in, his voice dripping with bitterness You see, I'm not just some washed-up has-been.
narrows his eyes Yeah, laugh all you want. But let me tell you something, kid. I've seen the ups and downs of this city.
waves his hand dismissively Look, just forget about it. The past is the past. What matters is getting you out of this shitshow safely.
she looks at him boss, i think i owe you my life
smirks Well, you're not gonna pay me back with your sweet words, princess. I need something more tangible.
grabs his phone and shows a picture How about we make a little bet?
she looks what’s the bet?
smirking Alright, princess. Here's the deal. If we get through this assignment safely, I'll let you go on a little trip.
As they take on their next assignment, Mr. Citrine and TypingNinja find themselves entangled in a web of danger and intrigue, testing their limits and forging an unexpected bond.
pulls out a map Alright, here's the plan. We're going to infiltrate a high-security warehouse downtown.
she nods sounds easy enough
rolls his eyes Easy enough, huh? You don't know what you're getting yourself into, princess. This place is a fortress.
taps his fingers on the table Now, listen up. We need to be smart about this. First, we gather intel on the security measures.
snickers Oh, you'll see. We're gonna dig up everything there is to know about this warehouse.
she picks up her phone okay
grabs his hat And don't forget, we'll need some disguises to blend in. I know just the place for that.