“A pleasure to meet you too, Xan.”
Seeing new faces in Gotham was oh so rare. Therefore, it was good for Os to be acquainted. xitter.cf/thetigerscub/status/85…
“It's always appropriate for one to look his best, no matter the situation.”
He was here for business. Criminal business, that is. xitter.cf/countdmitri/status/859…
❝Never thought I'd come across someone in New Jersey with class, but I must admit, your dress sense's impeccable.❞
Surpassing his own. xitter.cf/Imperatorums/status/85…
〝— old friends with new propositions, @HymnsToDiluvium.〞
Read: tl.gd/n_1sprivn
Don't blush.
Blushing is bad, and men are bad too, given his time with Ed.
“Hello.—” is appearing uninterested, on purpose. xitter.cf/coquettishlead/status/…
Hues befall the other, taking in the subtle admiration.
“— need something?” xitter.cf/coquettishlead/status/…
“— Penguin.”
Muses the kingpin, finishing the sweet before extending an open hand, shaking Xan's own in greeting. xitter.cf/thetigerscub/status/85…
“Got a name?”
After all, it isn't often that he meets too many new faces in Gotham; usually sedated with the same old rabble. xitter.cf/thetigerscub/status/85…
Trust issues was an understatement at this point.
“— no.” Murmuring, Os continuing to eat the treat, piece by piece. A simple delight. xitter.cf/thetigerscub/status/85…
If he was fibbing, Os would take his life for insurance.
Without another word, the kingpin takes a generous bite, humming in approval. xitter.cf/thetigerscub/status/85…
A brow perks in interest, a gloved paw retrieving the treat.
“Better not be poisoned.” Humming forth, as he harbored an array of enemies. xitter.cf/thetigerscub/status/85…
“— Agreed.”
Someone to note and furthermore appreciate his mantle, finally. Seemed this man recognized talent where it was suited. xitter.cf/countdmitri/status/859…
| I HAD TO MAKE HIM HES MY MURDER BABY™ xitter.cf/thetigerscub/status/85…


