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How To Make Friends
Time to make the rounds.
Manu decides to start with the model martial artist, on account of if he’s going to get shot down, it might as well be by the prettiest face in the room.
Oriol’s sitting on his cot alone, brassy hair falling into his eyes as he types something into his comm. Wiry tendons dance in his forearms as his fingers move; when he sees Manu approaching he slips the device into his duffel.
“What’s your deal, man?” Oriol says, but it’s curiosity, not a challenge. He leans back on his elbows, feet crossed at the ankles. He’s still barefoot.
Manu sits on the cot across from him, trying self-consciously to match Oriol’s casual pose. “My deal?”
“You an assassin? Hired g*n? What’s your deal.”
“Bounty hunter, these days.”
The look on Oriol’s face, that
