Louis

"Oh, yes, may I interest anyone in one of these delightful little sweets?" ~ Assassin for hire. Often distracted, wistful... and good at what he does. Multi/scifi/verse.

While the reader might have been enjoying an otherwise pleasant day, a knife is gently set against their throat from behind, a hand gently on their shoulder. "I'm terribly sorry about this," comes a man's voice, "but I'm going to have to ask you to come with me."

Waiting patiently to be asked to be godfather.

Hullo, does anybody know where this is? I woke up dressed like this and with the most peculiar hair.

Need someone taken care of?

Oh... A lovely lady named 'Hugo' liked my tweet. And she's looking for love? And all I have to do is click a link for hot and saucy pictures? Well, since she's been so nice about it...

Reading the latest 'request' to land in his inbox... Huh.

Sucking the dust left from his fingers after eating some chalky pink sweets.

Hm?

It's fine. [His face says it's anything but fine.]

Wiping the blood off the bottom of his coat, blegh.

Exquisite craftsmanship, no?

Sharpening a knife...

Enjoying the sun?

Well *then* it'd be a holiday...

Give me half an hour and I'll be good to go.

Whistling a happy little tune as he makes his way down the street.

[Excusing himself into the bathroom, unravelling a bundled up toolkit...]

I hate funfairs.

.... Hm. Face changers are particularly hard to track down. Not always so easy to fulfill the contract, either.