The bakery was a stark contrast from the Assassins Guild; for one, there was no need for conflict save for shooing the occasional raccoon near the dumpsters. Of course, there was also the people- Venom never could have formed a friendship with a client the way he had with you.

"I'm coming, give me a moment," the man hums, a faint smile on his lips as he flips the bakery's front sign to 'closed'. He never left early, but he didn't want to miss this chance to experience normalcy- a bond that wasn't based on spilled blood.

"Where are we headed?" he asks, brushing his bangs out of his face and tucking them behind his ear. It felt strange to forgo the usual style, yet he found himself looking forward to it.