[now that's a good look. confident. purposeful. determined. so much better than the borderline manic laughter]

[Edamura's mouth curves into a grin as he inhales the last remnants of his own cigarette, expelling the smoke with another breath and snuffing out the cinders on the table beside them. is it going to leave a burn mark? yes. does he care? . . . no]

You should have seen the bridges I burned at my last job. I lit them on fire with a tankard of gasoline.

[and gods, had it felt good]

. . . call me if you decide to go through with it. At least, with something other than your wish. [a slight tilt of his head] I might. . . know a guy. Or three.

[wouldn't that be thrilling. roping Laurent into a job for once. could he get the blonde asshole to call him "boss?" probably not, but the brief fantasy is a little exciting!]