It’s not unusual for Chigiri to get his hands dirty with blood which wasn’t his, after all, you can’t do dirty work without getting your own hands stained with sin. But this one particular task — he can’t say it’s unusual, because it involves in him bringing an end to the life of someone, but a mafia boss? he’s never done that before. He reads through the file intently, his leg crossed neatly, reading the instructions and notes stated with peaked curiosity.

He couldn’t help the scoff leaving his lips, ‘disguise as a hostess and approach the target’? a hostess, out of everything? he knew he had rather feminine features, but never had he expected for them to actually be in use — for them to be used as a disguise to be a woman. He was tempted to decline the mission, until his eyes catch onto the pay. His eyebrows raise slightly in interest — contemplating. and so, he huffs and swallows his pride, accepting the mission.

“welcome, I’ll be your hostess today. what can I get for you?” He flashed a charming smile, his hair tied to a neat man bun, a few strands sticking out. Gosh, he didn’t exactly want to mess this mission up — he could only hope that he somewhat looked convincing enough as a woman. He can’t mess this up, because God was getting the job at this bar difficult. If he messed up, all that months of work and training will be all gone.

It’s okay — it’ll be an easy mission. He’s just going to spike your drink, slip a little something in your order and watch you pass out from a distance, then take you out in a secluded place and destroy the evidence. Easy, it’s not anything he’s never done before.

“gotcha. I’ll be back with your drink soon,” he clicks his pen, directing a smile at you before heading back to the service area to get a bartender prepare your drink, leaning against the counter. and he feels a little foolish doing this — an assassin undercover as a hostess, serving drinks and greeting guests. He swore the last time he checked, this wasn’t in the list of being a assassin.