ic contact 2 mask or menace

[infomodder]

"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone, previous contact post can be found here ]

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[unwiseheart]

[ Of which nothing Nicolas has crawled through is, technically. Let's just say his resume would be incredibly devoid of nice, normal, legal jobs... ]

Yeah? You sure? [ While he knows that's the truth, he can't imagine most people enjoy phone calls at four in the morning. Still, he'll take the slip of paper, pocket it for safekeeping. ] Alright. I'll let you know, just after Chilton.

[ The client still comes first, unsurprisingly. ]

And thank you, for taking a moment to speak with me.

[infomodder]

[What is a mob to a king? A king to a god? A god to a nonbeliever? The law to literally any of those + garou? Nothing. That is the answer. The law ain't shit, bro.]

I'm sure. [It'll be like home all over again! Getting calls at four in the morning like "Will get your ass dressed because we found bodies missing organs in a hotel room and the FBI doesn't give a shit about your sleep or well being but we will have some coffee in the car" a true staple of Baltimore. For once, Will smiles, broad and human and perhaps not really fitting the situation but oh well. He reaches out for a part handshake while Gunther raises his head and blinks a few times. So much shaking, it's like they're all dogs here.] You're welcome. Not a problem, at all. Glad you stopped by.

[Because now he knows what he'll be doing as soon as he's sure the guy is gone, which is waking up Dorian and being a little shit in his ear. What a great day!]