“is this that sex thing?”

you’re an assassin on a bullet train, and you’ve just heard a man in your carriage ask a very strange question. you look up to see a man in a blue suit with curly hair stood above the strange guy who clearly just wants there to be a sex thing. you raise an eyebrow.

the man in the blue suit, tangerine, scoffs, “what? no.” he says, he’s about to turn and leave when he spots you. he recognises you. you’re another assassin.

“i love an accent!” the guy shouts after tangerine as he walks down the carriage to you.