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His words came out just as sharply and full of vitriol as he’d intended them to. It had been a very long week. After dealing with failures on the field and several piles of paperwork that his equally overworked secretary had filled out for him, he’d been long since ready to be left to his own devices.
Failure wasn’t anything he was particularly fond of. It soiled streaks of success rather quickly and would always leave a sharp taste in his mouth that was unpleasant in comparison to whiskey supported currently in man-made digits. There was always the added weight of it reaching his supervisor.
That was a thought he’d rather thoroughly been attempting to tune out in its entirety. At least that had been the original plan before his door had been parted–a set of eyes peering at him that belonged to Minuano. He hadn’t locked it after his right-hand woman had left for several reasons–one of them being that most weren’t ballsy enough to simply help themselves to stepping into the Cambodian’s sanctuary.
He received no initial response from the always at-ease Brazilian sword fighter. Instead he’d playfully winked which had earned him a response of artificial eyes rolled in his direction.
“Go away Minuano,” he hissed as he slid back another shot.

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The rest of the dabble can be found here: maniacmisanthrope.tumblr.com/p…
This one took me a while to do strictly on grounds of 'lack of time'. My schedule recently changed and I've slowly been trying to work around it to make myself some free time.

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Description

His words came out just as sharply and full of vitriol as he’d intended them to. It had been a very long week. After dealing with failures on the field and several piles of paperwork that his equally overworked secretary had filled out for him, he’d been long since ready to be left to his own devices.
Failure wasn’t anything he was particularly fond of. It soiled streaks of success rather quickly and would always leave a sharp taste in his mouth that was unpleasant in comparison to whiskey supported currently in man-made digits. There was always the added weight of it reaching his supervisor.
That was a thought he’d rather thoroughly been attempting to tune out in its entirety. At least that had been the original plan before his door had been parted–a set of eyes peering at him that belonged to Minuano. He hadn’t locked it after his right-hand woman had left for several reasons–one of them being that most weren’t ballsy enough to simply help themselves to stepping into the Cambodian’s sanctuary.
He received no initial response from the always at-ease Brazilian sword fighter. Instead he’d playfully winked which had earned him a response of artificial eyes rolled in his direction.
“Go away Minuano,” he hissed as he slid back another shot.

--

The rest of the dabble can be found here: maniacmisanthrope.tumblr.com/p…
This one took me a while to do strictly on grounds of 'lack of time'. My schedule recently changed and I've slowly been trying to work around it to make myself some free time.

Please support my art by buying the premium content file that has the higher resolution file inside. Thanks!~