[001] in russia, job fucks you.

[point_twin]

Daniel hated this job.

He didn't hate his job, no; being a hit man, though he'd been leery of it at first, had been fine with him after a fashion. And he was good at it. He was even better at it when he had his twin, Arthur, with him. They made a dangerous pair, deadly competent.

That was part of the reason he hated this particular job.

The client had

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[littlspecificty]

"And that is why we will be calling in the favor the Krill twins owe us." Arthur said as he adjusted the collar of his jacket, flipping it up to cover his ears more from the cold

[point_twin]

"Better than owing them a favor," Daniel said, and then sighed, breath puffing out in front of him. "Except we need their help getting out after this, don't we? That's another favor owed." Daniel hated owing favors, though the Krill twins weren't the worst people to owe one to.

That had been the worst kind of experience, knowing that he had given in and there was no way for Arthur to help him, that the only route left was yes; it was just what would push Arthur over that edge. And for one brief terrifying instance he'd been on the end of a gun, not in control of the situation. It had been sobering. For one instance he'd regretted the line of work.

And of course, seeing bruises and cuts over the body so similar to his. Neither Daniel nor Arthur were the nurturing sort, but he had still pressed close to his twin apologetically.

He tugged his scarf higher up his neck. Russia was damn cold; Daniel hated that too.

[littlspecificty]

Looking around them, adjusting his coat against another blast of bitter cold wind, "Actually they consider this whole job to count as the favor." He then turned to start walking, gently nudging Danel's elbow to follow. Arthur didn't like discussing this in front of the building - he also knew his brother would want to be getting out of the cold as soon as they could and soak up some central heating while they could.

He was tempted to keep a gentle hold on his twin's arm - if only because he couldn't hold him close like he did when they laid down to rest - just to have that small bit of contact.

"They consider getting us in and then out as one whole favor returned. Be glad that they actually like us - otherwise I doubt they would be so helpful."

[point_twin]

"Oh really?" Daniel replied, sinking his hands into his pockets. He pressed his arm against Arthur's after a moment as they walked. He waited until they were some distance from the building before speaking again.

Being close to his twin in public was fine. Anything more and they drew too many glances, and right now it was too populated for the risk.

"Lucky for us. And they're capable, at least. Wish they weren't so crazy," he tacked on in a mutter. "Crazy's fun but I don't want it on this job."