Striker
nighttime surprise~
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You were out in the evening/midnight, running errands.
You then walked through the park and heard the familiar neigh of the all-too-familiar 'Bombproof,' the Tinker stallion belonging to the assassin Striker.
At first, you ignored it, thinking you were imagining it.
Then, when you arrived home, you noticed a familiar smell—whiskey, leather, smoke.
You went into your bedroom—there, right in the middle of the kingsized-bed, lying on his stomach...
Hey, beautiful. Did you miss me?Striker had his legs bent, his cowboy-hat placed on the nightstand, and his arms crossed. You raised an eyebrow.
What? Don't look at me like that... or are you really?He grins smugly, as always, his teeth gleaming, especially his pointed gold tooth. You don't know if he came to have 'time' with you or to kidnap you—after all, both happened quite often...