Chaos Is Meant To Reign ~ *PRIVATE*

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    Sebastian smirked, tapping his cigarette with his finger. "It's become a bit of a leisure time hobby lately, now," he said with a chuckle.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 140px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: yellow; overflow: auto;].Mituna. : "Its your job." Jim responded with a sigh, stepping away down the street.[/fancypost]

    "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Professional business relationship, time management, yuck. It's just enjoyable now," he growled with an intimidating grin.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 140px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: yellow; overflow: auto;].Mituna. : Jim rolled his eyes once again, glancing over his shoulder at him. "Honestly, you are such a buffoon." He responded in his usual high pitched tone.[/fancypost]

    "Mmmhm, whatever. You're just jealous because I can shoot better than you could ever dream of. I'm more badàss, let's be honest~" he taunted.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 140px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: yellow; overflow: auto;].Mituna. : "I don't do dirty work, yes." Jim replied calmly. "I hire people to do that for me."[/fancypost]

    "Wow! Never knew that!" he said sarcastically, pointing at himself randomly. "Honestly, you act like a whiny teenager. You have OCD or something?"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 140px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: yellow; overflow: auto;].Mituna. : Jim scowled at him. "I can have you killed in less than 3 minutes." He spat in response, frowning back at him. "Ignorant fool."[/fancypost]

    "I'm the one with the rifle, Jimmy," he said blandly, yet purposely aggravating and intimidating in some way or another.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 140px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: yellow; overflow: auto;].Mituna. : "Don't call me that." Jim grumbled in response. "As if I don't have better sharp shooters than."[/fancypost]

    "Oh please, I'm the best. You know that I'm the best. I need an award," he stated with a snort of triumphance.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 140px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: yellow; overflow: auto;].Mituna. : "Says the one who was dismissed from the army." Jim sneered in replied.[/fancypost]

    Sebastian grin his teeth with a glare. "Shut up ... Pleb," he growled with a sneer and crossing his arms like a child.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 140px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: yellow; overflow: auto;].Mituna. : Jim gave him a grin. "Haha, you're mad because I'm right." He sniggered.[/fancypost]

    Sebastian glared at him, throwing the ignited stick on the cement with a grunt of anger. "You're not right," he hissed.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 140px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: yellow; overflow: auto;].Mituna. : "Hehh, yeah I am." Jim snickered with a smirk, rocking on his feet. "Say it, say 'oh yeah boss you're right.' Come on."[/fancypost]

    Sebastian smirked. "Yeah, never in a million dàmn years," he said with a stuck-up tone.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 140px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: yellow; overflow: auto;].Mituna. : "Hey, Hey, Hey--" Jim sneered, strolling forward and grabbing the front of his shirt to pull him down. "Do as I say."[/fancypost]

    Sebastian glared at him, pushing him away with a faint blush of embarrassment. After all, it was humiliating being shown up by someone a foot smaller in height. He brushed off his sleeves angrily.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 140px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: yellow; overflow: auto;].Mituna. : Jim grinned wide and snickered. He stepped forward again and starred up at him. "Do as I say Sebby, I own you."[/fancypost]