[ Five raises an eyebrow, but only because he hasn’t noticed the smell. Anything that’s not rotting bodies tends to escape him.
He’s agreeable to that arrangement. Transactional relationships are always his preference anyway, and he shifts the papers in his hands to shake the offered hand.
Once that’s out of the way, he pulls back to search his pockets, eventually retrieving three coins. He sets them on top of the papers near the mantle.
Then, reconsidering, he takes one paper back to look over before gesturing to the rest. ]
no subject
He’s agreeable to that arrangement. Transactional relationships are always his preference anyway, and he shifts the papers in his hands to shake the offered hand.
Once that’s out of the way, he pulls back to search his pockets, eventually retrieving three coins. He sets them on top of the papers near the mantle.
Then, reconsidering, he takes one paper back to look over before gesturing to the rest. ]
You’re on the clock.