Midnight Snack Run [Inv]

The chilly night air seemed to hurry him back to his hotel suite, whether it was one of this surprise winter nights or the weather decided to act up the bount strode briskly back to his abode, his reishi senses picking up a large object keeping its distance but no doubt tailing him. He'd expected as much from the police, no doubt they would pay him a second visit either tomorrow or the near future.

He'd have to rest assured that catgirl. . .bunny girl, whatever her name was called had taken that little encounter between them seriously and wouldn't rat him out, not like she had much to rat on without going off on her imagination. As the bount entered the welcoming warmth of his hotel building he pondered on whether he should have micromanaged the situation as much as he did. Shrugging it off as simple assassin training, better to be safe than sorry and the whatnot.

As he entered the key to his room a smug smile washed over his features, whether it was the fact that he had snacks and food in the fridge this time, or simply the fact that he'd gotten away with murder on one of the world's so called apex predators, there was a feeling that he'd eventually come to miss the excitement once it died down. It was a welcomed change from the usual killing and money, killing and money. . . .more killing more money routine he'd so gotten accustomed to.

But then again who was he kidding, there would be plenty more nights like this, forgetting to stock his fridge was a habit he'd grown to . . . never really get rid of. As he slumped down on his mattress, packet of chips in hand and a soda and remote fighting for space on the other, he had an inkling that there would be plenty more midnight snack runs to come in his lifetime.

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