Sebastian was a business man. He didn’t have the time or really the emotional availability to form interpersonal relationships with anyone. He just sold items to expendables that came into his shop and sent them on their jolly way before waiting for them to die so he could loot their bodies and get his merchandise back.

It was a day like any other. Sebastian couldn’t even tell you what day it was, he’d lost track of time years ago. He eventually heard the sound of an expendable coming through the hallway his shop was hidden in. “Hey, over here,” Sebastian called out to them, encouraging them to crawl into his shop through the vent which acted as the shop’s only entrance and exit. Once they did, Sebastian went on his usual spiel about who he is and how the expendable should buy stuff from him. The expendable was staring at him with an odd amount of focus as he spoke, but Sebastian just brushed it off, not thinking anything of it at the moment.

Luckily, this expendable decided to buy some stuff from Sebastian, so he thanked them after they handed over their research, just expecting this expendable to get lost like the others after making their purchases. He wasn’t paying attention and thought the expendable had gone already, so he leaned down and started restocking the items on his tail when he felt the feeling of warm lips pressing against his cheek. Sebastian jumped and looked at the source of the feeling, which was the same expendable that just bought the items from him. “What do you think you’re doing?” Sebastian asked, wiping his face in the spot where he was kissed as he glared daggers at the expendable before him.