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“Aren't they wonderful?” 

“They?” 

“The Kress twins, Otto and Arora. I envy them.” 

“Oh marone, those two? I think I'd rather use my own teeth as ammunition.” Franco grumbled, trying to get comfortable in Danny's embrace. She was vibrating with excitement, disrupting his peace. 

“But they're really pretty in a unique way, despite their outward appearance.” She murmured, stroking his head as he nursed from her breast.  

“You're killing the mood here, talking about the sweet home Alabama fuckers, for the love of God please shut up.” 

“Like you're any better, Mr. What are you doing Stepmommy?” She laughed her ass off at him when he groaned, hand covering his face. 

“Oh, I regret telling you that shit. I should rip that freaky braciole of yours out of ya and shove it up your ass.” that shut her up, Franco getting the last laugh, for now.

“I dreamt about them a few nights ago. Funny right? Haven't even seen them in person yet, but I have a feeling Arora is definitely wearing a pretty green necklace. They definitely dress formal, must be upper class. Anyways…” 

“Less talking, get to the point, fuuuck. Baby's getting cold here.” Someone's cranky. Danny's tail pulled a blanket over them. 

“Okay, have you heard about the story of soulmates?” 

“Nope.” 

“Well, it starts that soulmates were originally born whole…as this creature with many limbs and parts…They were perfect, and very powerful. The gods despised how powerful they were. So, they cursed all soulmates by ripping them in half, and that's why they're always searching for their other half. The modern day human is only half of what they could be.” Her eyes had a rare twinkle in them, something Franco has only seen once or twice now. 

“You're saying those inbreds are a whole being?” He humored her idea, mildly curious. 

“Yes, they're already a whole soulmate. Isn't that lucky? Why do you think some call sex making the beast with two backs?” She smirked, turning to pin him down, Franco getting a pleasant shiver down his spine. Fuck. She's trying to seduce him again. 

He purred, wrapping his arms around her neck. “I could play shadow puppets with you, momma.” 

“Even if it's only for a while, let us become whole.” Danny softly spoke, desire thick and dark. 

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Franco Barbi was arguably not having a great time downtown. Normally he’d be all over getting himself off to the district attorney on stage, but this time he settled for just smoking his cigar and drinking his concocted wolf’s milk on the barstool. He took slow sips, this particular trial the only time he could enjoy it outside of pulling some strings outside of trials. The taste was ridiculously sweet and chunky, just the way he liked it. However, his mind wandered elsewhere, subconsciously picking at his fingernails. 

“How can I make it up to her…I know she’s really mad at me, and I know I might’ve gone too far. Look, I wasn’t expecting her to come back like a fucking zombie. I’ve got all these posters, cause she said she was having a hard time finding them. Should I just give them to her next time I see her? I-I don’t know–”  

He didn’t realize he was pondering out loud until an obnoxious “Earth to Bambino, Helloooooooo!!!” snapped him out of it. He quickly stood and glared at whomever was mocking him. “I fuckin’ DARE you to act cocky again, won’t be so funny with my dick in ya fuckin’ ear!” He hastily fired a shot at the lone reagent, missing since they crouched out of the way. “Oh, fuck you! Just you wait till I catch you, you little cockroach…” He followed script and left through a door, strategically placing his motion traps and psychosis mines all over downtown. 

Franco was tired as hell, panting as he struggled to keep up with chasing the reagent. He decided fuck it, closing a door behind him and sitting on a bed in the motel in the dark. “Why do they always run so fuckin’ fast…Slippery little eels.” He popped a button undone from his collar, fanning himself to cool off. He took out the wad of posters out of his suit pocket, turning on a lamp from the nightstand nearby. He stared at the poster, getting an idea of what he could do with them. 

“Don’t women love flowers? I could…Could make her a paper bouquet. It ain’t much, but hopefully she’d love them. Impress her, take her out on a romantic evening, make her feel all special, yeah…Yeah, that’s it.” He felt satisfied with his idea, grabbing one sheet and trying to fold it into a flower shape the best he could. 

This was a lot harder than he’d thought. A pile of crushed wads of posters were building up by his feet. Franco was getting frustrated and angry, having lost track of time in the trial. He remembered, and swore, anxious that the lone reagent might’ve finished everything without him. Damn it, damn him getting distracted with trying to do something good for once-He punched a hole in the wall nearby. 

A descending whistle sounded from the broken window on the other end of the room. “Yeesh, rough time, yeah? So this is where you’ve been hiding, Barbi. Thought I was supposed to be the sneaky one–” 

Lupara was aimed at them in an instant. “You’ll shut your fucking mouth about this if you know what’s good for you, runt.” He got a good look at them finally. Long, beautiful curly brown hair, just like Danny’s. Fuck. Pretty chocolate eyes and skin paler than his obsession’s. Curvaceous figure and shorter build, plump, juicy large breasts oh boy–  

“Stop fucking me with your eyes, I actually came by because I was concerned.” She warned, a stun rig taunting him in her grasp. “Call me crazy all you want, but some people here have empathy, even for you ex-pops. I could feel the anxiety like a rain cloud.” Franco curiously lowered Lupara as she tucked her rig back on her chest. “What’s with all the papers?” She hopped through the window, not worried about dying in the slightest, getting closer to Franco, who was surprisingly not attacking her immediately. 

“What’s it to you, you got a fuckin’ death wish? Got some balls comin’ in here in my territory, like you own the place.” 

“ You were absent for the rest of the trial, buddy.” She sighed, sitting away from him on the same bed. “Are those posters? Wait a minute– YOU’RE the one who’s been hogging them all?! Ay dios mio– ” 

“ Ah, ¿una chica rara Y habla español? ” he laughed, interested in the fiery little reagent. Fuck, he always had a thing for Latinas. Any lady really, anyone willing to be around him that wouldn’t drain his whole damn wallet. “ ¿Tú hablas español? ” she exclaimed, the excitement of finding someone here that spoke it among them evident, even if it was one of the worst prime assets around. “Ah, just a little, enough to get around. You know Italian’s my tongue, bambina.” She looked content, a little happy still that they now shared something in common. 

“What’s your name? Might as well get to know each other, maybe you could do something for me.” “As long as it’s not your usual brand, sure.” He looked away for a few moments. “...Fine, fine.” His heart skipped a beat when she carefully grabbed a poster from his pile. “I’m Charlotte Vargas, but I prefer just Charlie.” She cracked a little grin that had his knees weak, thank goodness he was sitting already, otherwise he’d look stupid. 

“So Charlie, I’m uh…trying to make something for someone here.” 

“Oooh, ¿una novia?” She teased, making obnoxious catcalls at him. Franco swallowed his pride again, grumbling out a “maybe, shut the FUCK up.” Charlie’s laughter subsided, looking down at the crumpled pile. “Tryna make paper flowers? I can show you how, used to make 'em all the time when I’m bored.” 

“Right on the money. Yeah, can you? I might’ve upset her, and I’m honestly kinda shit at this. If you can show me, I’ll uh…let you go unscathed for the next few times I see ya.” 

“Sounds good enough, I agree to your terms Franco. Alright, listen up. You take this and fold here…” 

The pair spent an hour folding paper roses in the motel room. Once Franco and Charlie used up all the posters, he was satisfied. He turned to her, exhausted and hands cramping. “This shit’s exhausting , fuck I need me a drink.” Her eyes crinkled, weaving some of the leftover flowers into a makeshift paper flower crown. “But you did it, and you’re a quick learner. I’m impressed, who knew you had talent for picking up stuff so fast?” She praised him, the words making Franco feel all fuzzy inside. “You’re not so bad yourself, look atcha, making an extra crown and everything. Think she’ll like it?” 

“100% positive. Who is she by the way?” 

Franco swallowed a lump in his throat. “You new here? Thought y’all woulda known by now, she’s probably the only other one that does this solo like you, she kinda sticks out like a sore thumb. Like, really sticks out, she’s a fucking sexy tall beast–” 

“OH, you mean her ?! Uh uh, what’s her name–” Charlie snapped her fingers, trying to remember. 

Franco sighed deeply, eyes gone elsewhere as he dreamily breathed out “Danny. ” 

“Ooh yeah, you got it bad. Yeah, I’ll admit she’s really cute. If you weren’t so smitten, maybe I would’ve invited her to hang out more often.” She teased, waiting to see if he’d get jealous. 

Instead, Franco looked smug. “Y’know, I’d never say no to a threesome .” Charlie surprised him even further. “ I’ve heard rumors she’s got an extra package, wouldn’t mind a trip on that, let her abduct me.” She bit her lip deviously. 

Franco leaned in closer, whispering low and sultry. “You sayin’ you can handle three dicks at once? What a slutty little wench.” Charlie’s skin heated up, needing to find an excuse to cut this to an end now before she was stuck in here for good.

“...Maybe. I should get going, maybe we can work something out later? If she’s cool with it.” He shrugged, playing with the flower crown in his gloved hands. Charlie grabbed it from him and placed it on top of his head, a cute “qué chulo~” from her making him blush. “Good luck with your little crush, don’t forget to go easy on me yeah? I’ll be seeing you ‘round, jefe. ” She left as quickly as she came, leaving Franco in the motel room with a nice bouquet of paper roses and a flower crown on his head. He snorted, carefully placing the bouquet and the flower crown on the nightstand. Something told him the next time he’d be seeing Danny would be somewhere around here. 

“ El jefe, huh. Maybe after I work it out with her, I can propose this little opportunity to her. I’m willing to share just for this.” Franco smiled to himself as he shut off the lamp, enshrouding him in darkness once more. “Hope she likes the little lagniappe.” 

As Charlie took off in the shuttles back to the sleep room, she shoved her hands in her pockets to pull out a sneakily hidden paper rose. “That’s weird, I didn’t put this here…” Her heart fluttered, feelings for two different people budding. One of them, an unusual reagent, and one an extremely volatile prime asset. Ah, she always had a thing for the unusual ones.