Doctor Llamabean
*winks at Markus*
Location: (Rose District) The Lazyboy Casino, Heading to VIP - Click
Interacting: Misa
Wearing: Click - Formal Attire: Black Pants; Black Blazer; Black Long-sleeve Undershirt tucked into his pants
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Malik flattens his lips at Misa, "Mmh. Mmhm." But even so, he does as told and leaves the booth, catching a glimpse of Misa as she approaches their target, at which he rolls his eyes before vanishing through the bathroom doors, suitcase in hand.
He stands before a mirror and gazes stoically at the reflection staring back at him.
The suit he wears is somewhat wrinkled due to lack of ironing and cheap material. Perhaps he'll buy a new one if this little operation goes well. He runs a hand down the left lapel of his unbuttoned blazer, smoothing it out, then brushes it through his hair, only for the silver strands to fall back into place.
After a moment, he decides that Misa has had plenty of time, if not too much, to seduce their target, so he heads out of the bathroom and starts in the direction of his table. However, once he sees Misa, his expression distorts into a foul glower. She occupies the lap of their target, and their faces are close--the suitcase unattended at the man's side.
Malik nears their table, placing his own case at the foot of the booth--and in one swift motion, he drags Misa from where she sits, squeezing her bicep tightly--enough so that it might even bruise later. He curses in a low growl, "What the fuck are you doing?" Then his voice grows louder. He jerks her to her feet and presses his forehead against hers, "What have I told you about this shit!? How many times will you run behind my back and... and..." He searches for the words with flickering eyes. "You fucking slut!"
Malik raises a hand at Misa, preparing to slap her, but the suitcase man is quick to move her out of the way.
"Hey! What is wrong with you!" he demands from Malik, shoving him hard, at which point Malik forms a sensorial link between them, and he grins connivingly. Confused, the man shoves him again, "What's so funny? Don't you know that's not how you treat a woman!?" He shoves him a third time, and Malik knocks him a good one across the jaw, causing him to stagger.
The man swings at Malik but misses, feeling himself being pulled down by the shoulders, where Malik rams a knee into his gut before pushing him to the ground.
He lay there in pain, curled into a ball on the floor. Ruthless as he is, Malik shows no mercy and begins kicking him over and over. The others around the lounge have either left in a panic or are too hopped up on drugs to even care. Still kicking the man, he awaits Misa's confirmation that the job has been done.
Interacting: Misa
Wearing: Click - Formal Attire: Black Pants; Black Blazer; Black Long-sleeve Undershirt tucked into his pants
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Malik flattens his lips at Misa, "Mmh. Mmhm." But even so, he does as told and leaves the booth, catching a glimpse of Misa as she approaches their target, at which he rolls his eyes before vanishing through the bathroom doors, suitcase in hand.
He stands before a mirror and gazes stoically at the reflection staring back at him.
The suit he wears is somewhat wrinkled due to lack of ironing and cheap material. Perhaps he'll buy a new one if this little operation goes well. He runs a hand down the left lapel of his unbuttoned blazer, smoothing it out, then brushes it through his hair, only for the silver strands to fall back into place.
After a moment, he decides that Misa has had plenty of time, if not too much, to seduce their target, so he heads out of the bathroom and starts in the direction of his table. However, once he sees Misa, his expression distorts into a foul glower. She occupies the lap of their target, and their faces are close--the suitcase unattended at the man's side.
Malik nears their table, placing his own case at the foot of the booth--and in one swift motion, he drags Misa from where she sits, squeezing her bicep tightly--enough so that it might even bruise later. He curses in a low growl, "What the fuck are you doing?" Then his voice grows louder. He jerks her to her feet and presses his forehead against hers, "What have I told you about this shit!? How many times will you run behind my back and... and..." He searches for the words with flickering eyes. "You fucking slut!"
Malik raises a hand at Misa, preparing to slap her, but the suitcase man is quick to move her out of the way.
"Hey! What is wrong with you!" he demands from Malik, shoving him hard, at which point Malik forms a sensorial link between them, and he grins connivingly. Confused, the man shoves him again, "What's so funny? Don't you know that's not how you treat a woman!?" He shoves him a third time, and Malik knocks him a good one across the jaw, causing him to stagger.
The man swings at Malik but misses, feeling himself being pulled down by the shoulders, where Malik rams a knee into his gut before pushing him to the ground.
He lay there in pain, curled into a ball on the floor. Ruthless as he is, Malik shows no mercy and begins kicking him over and over. The others around the lounge have either left in a panic or are too hopped up on drugs to even care. Still kicking the man, he awaits Misa's confirmation that the job has been done.
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