#* & richochet ‘rayaan iyer — < dialogue>

[tewwor-moving]

beatdown time 💖 — @huntershowl

A wave of humid air spills alongside his entrance. The door clangs shut before heavy footfalls approach the front counter. Nothing’s said once he reaches it. Not an uncommon occurrence since it’s after hours, so Ricochet simply waits. Doesn’t call out to summon the workaholic that owns the print shop. Doesn’t have to when the sound of someone’s descent comes from the stairway shortly after. Whatever chatter Litho’s stirring up goes quiet at ground level.

“Need another set.” Succinct as always. Though there’s a hint of surprise when he sees the forger with company. And the look of.. Apprehension? Fear, probably, on Litho’s face intensifies when he sets eyes on the stranger. How uncharacteristic of the stuck up prick to react in a such a way. Usually means some amount of attachment’s formed, but he’s not here to ask questions. Just to get his documents for the next job.

“Beijing. Three weeks. Solomon’s going too.”