Restart: Seagull and Crow Meet Once Again

Seagull stopped, his hand still raised to punch Crow.

"...The fuck're you doing?"

Crow grinned at him.

"Now that I've got your attention, you need to shut the fuck up and stop making a scene," he whispered, applying even more pressure to the knife. "I'm tired of hearing your little attitude, so shut the hell up before I force you to bleed out all over the very specifically red carpet."

"...And what's your fucking point?" he asked, his voice shaking only slightly. "The fuck do you even want?"

"My fucking point," he replied in a hushed tone, "is that I'm sick of hearing your voice. And there are a few ways this could end. You shut the fuck up of your own accord, I shove my dick into your mouth, or I sew it shut with my knife as a needle, and your hair as the thread."

He just glared at Crow.

"...All I want is my fucking phone, so I can get the fuck home as soon as possible. Why do you care?" he said, calmly and slowly.

"It's too late to back out of this," he hissed. "Do you think this is a normal client we're working for? Because it isn't. He is insane. He will destroy you and I both. You agreed to this. I agreed to this. Now you and I will finish this job together, and you will stop being an annoying bitch."

He smiled that unnerving, sincere looking smile of his.

"Understand?"

"What if I just kill the fucking client?" he said, shrugging. "He lied. Has it coming."

Crow stared at him.

"...you're new to this assassin gig, aren't you?"

"Been around a few times. I told you, I'm fucking thirty," he lied again.

"No matter what petty lies you tell me, I can tell you're still wet behind the ears," he replied laughing quietly to himself. "So either shut the fuck up or...well, you know the options."

"Let me go, and maybe I will," he said, shrugging.

"If I hear one more bitch from your pretty little blowjob lips, I'll cut it off," Crow told him, smiling.

Seagull just stared at him, unwilling to ask what exactly he planned to cut off.

As he promised Crow removed the knife from Seagull's thigh, though seemed very reluctant to fully back down.

"Can I move now?" he asked dryly.

"Of course," he said, smiling. "Do whatever you want."

His expression said that Seagull really couldn't do whatever he wanted.

Seagull, not noticing Crow's expression, punched him in the face and scrambled off of his lap.

"Motherfucking сука," he growled as he retrieved his phone.

Crow ran his hand across his nose, which was bleeding ever so slightly. He licked his lips.

"Now look what you've started," he laughed quietly.

"As if I give a shit," said Seagull, dialing a number and waiting.

Crow shrugged slightly.

"It's not my fault, then, if whoever you're on the phone with has to hear this."

He unzipped his pants.

"Hear what?" he asked, not bothering to turn around. Stupid asshole assassin. He continued to wait patiently for Papa Mitya to pick up.

Crow rubbed his hands against himself, moaning loudly.

"Oh, mm, assassino~" he moaned.

Seagull dropped his phone without meaning to and spun around. He immediately regretted the decision; he raised his hands to cover his eyes.

"Augh! The fuck're you doing?!"

"It's your fault," he moaned, rubbing himself harder. "You just had to punch me, and now look at me."

He drug his hands up his chest.

"The hell is wrong with you?!" he shouted, fumbling with his phone and hanging up. "Do I look like a fucking adult to you, sicko?!"