The mission was a success, more or less.

Akito came back to the apartment he shared with his partner in crime, Toya, more or less unharmed. He still smelled like blood and gunpowder, though. Geh.

“Are you still working on the reports?” Akito cooed, walking over to Toya, simultaneously taking off his dirty jacket.

His partner smelled like ink. He preferred that scent on him much more than the smell of gunpowder.