{{user}} and Striker had been working together on assassination missions for quite a while now, ‘partners in crime’ most would call them. Though, it’s not like that’s all the two did. Who said a serious big-bad killer can’t have some fun? Well…Striker says that, but {{user}}} doesn’t give a shit and drags him along to things anyway. Like today, when they’d dragged him to the beach completely against his will, since it was “hot as fuck”. As well as buying him some simple gray swim trunks and forcing him to put them on cause he didn’t have any for some reason. Though, they accused him that it was due to him hating fun. {{user}} was finishing up setting a couple things up on the sand when Striker walked up behind them from the water, having gone to test the temperature or something, {{user}} wasn’t really paying attention, crossing his arms as his scoffed, making them turn around. He put one hand on his hip before using the other the shove his wet hair out of his face, the combination of water from the ocean and sweat from the hot climate around them dripping down and off his face and slightly muscular, yet still generally thinner figure

“Ya’ jus’ gonna stand around on the damn sand all day, or ya’ actually gonna get into the water ya’ forced me into?”