I'd Rather be Alone [Closed]

[xJaxx]

Jin had settled himself in his customary position atop his favorite sofa in the den, sprawled out horizontally, head resting on the arm of the couch while one leg dangled off the opposite arm and the other resided atop the back of the sofa. He had pushed the brim of his tam hat down to cover his eyes to signify he wanted no disturbances and laced his fingers atop his torso, settling his chin into his chest. With a lion-like yawn, he attempted to drift off to sleep.

..Or, at least until his hat was yanked off of his head; to which his eyes snapped open immediately and he jumped up, bellowing an agitated, “Oi, what the fuc—“ until his eyes landed upon a dark figure eclipsed by shadows. Jin reassembled himself, cleared his throat, and tried again with, “Oi, Leader-sama?”

Kain was a scary man—or at least from what Jin had heard he was a man. It was unsettling how the head of the organization could slip around like a ghost, constantly under the ominous cover of shadows although the rest of the room was quite well illuminated. It was almost as if no one had truly seen his face, instead just a dark blob set atop black clothing with inky eyes that seemed to be an endless abyss of darkness and suffering. Jin liked to think that Kain was the pure essence of the Boogie-man.

“We have a new member joining us. I’ve assigned you to him as well as assigned him to be your roommate. I trust you will accept the opportunity of taking him under your wing.”

“Woah, woah, hold up, Old Man,” Jin protested, holding his hands up to silence the leader. “What do I look like? A baby sitter? And I’m definitely not sharing my room with some creep I don’t even know!”

Kain responded with nothing but his signature stare, a look so threatening that the simple magnitude of it could frighten the weak of heart (and not so weak of heart) to death. Jin had often heard the bug-loving-‘I-wear-my-sunglasses-all-the-time’-dude classify it as a “scary kind of sass”. In a way, he was right. It was a scary kind of sass. But at the same time, Jin wasn’t afraid of anything but his own mind.

“Alright, fine, fine, no need to look at me like that,” Jin said, too lazy to put up much of a resistance. “I’ll baby sit and share my room,” he muttered reluctantly. “Now give me back my hat!”

--

After being briefly instructed on how to show the new assassin the ropes—as if he was actually going to relay that information—and retrieving his hat, Jin settled back down onto the couch. Pulling the brim of his hat back over his eyes, he settled down for a nap. If there was one thing the new member had learn, it was patience. In reality, Jin was just doing him a favor.

[Monsieur Zebra]

In agreeing to join an organization of assassins, he assumed that he would be spending more time alone than ever. He assumed that he was going to start off with an already "okay" status, considering the leader seemed vaguely impressed by what he already had taught himself. He also assumed that he would be rooming alone as well as being sent on missions alone. All of his assumptions, so he rather quickly found out, could not have been further from the truth.

When Kain-sama told him that it was finally time for him to join the others at base, he packed a minimalistic bag filled with all he found necessary--hygiene products, clothing, whittling knives, axes, etc.--and headed out the door. As the leader walked him toward the place where he would be living from now until the end of his life, he verbally hit Siagyo pretty hard in the face with the harshness of reality.

"As soon as we arrive," he had said, "I will inform Jin that he is to be your mentor of sorts. You will be living in the same room as Jin as well."

The way the leader had expressed his surprise in what skill Siagyo already achieved, he had hardly expected to need a mentor, let alone a roommate. It made him furrow his brow in slight concern. He was used to having plenty of alone time each day, considering his mother was sickly and his grandfather was always working on something or other. Now, he was going to have a bed right next to the bed of a complete stranger.

Suppressing a grumble, he mentally searched for any possible silver linings to this situation. The only conclusion he could reach: he was joining an organization of stone-hearted murderers, not going to scout camp. The possibilities of a troublesome roommate were very scares--almost impossible. These people were all bound to be fearsome, cold-blooded killing machines who ate, slept, and breathed skill. For all he knew, his "roommate" would be the kind who often spent long nights out and then slept in. In that case, the two would rarely, if ever, happen upon each other while both were awake.

As simplistic as it sounded, Siagyo was always the "early to bed, early to rise" type. He did not find the night nearly as romantic or exciting as everyone else seemed to find it. Not to mention, he found sleeping in a complete waste of daylight. While it was draining and hard on the eyes to work under the synthetic lights of night time, the day light made things seem richer and more fulfilling.

As Kain seemed to phase through the door into the base, Siagyo tried to follow him as silently as he could. Being he was annoyed by his own footfalls if they became too hulking, he was fairly stealthy. Not to mention, he was used to sneaking around town, finding people when they were alone in order to shake them down per his grandfather's requests. In his old town, he was used to being one of the tallest, strongest, and stealthiest. Now, he was almost inclined to feel as if he was a relatively large fish being thrown out of his "small pond" and into an ocean full of sharks.

His expression did not show his concern in the least. As usual, his face showed a great deal of disinterest as he entered what he presumed to be the main room of the base. His eyebrow arched upward as he took in his surroundings. It was nothing like he expected it to be, to say the least. Instead of a clean room filled with people sparring or working out, he found what appeared to be a typical living room, complete with large-screen televisions and heavily cushioned couches.

Attention snapping back to Kain, he watched as the shadow-clad man turned back to him. "This is the den," he murmured deeply, showing little care as to whether or not Siagyo actually heard him. "This," he spat out sharply in what almost seemed to be a disgusted tone, gesturing toward the couch, "will be your partner."

Kain turned to the man who seemed nearly asleep on the couch, yanking his hat straight off of his head. "Introduce yourself and show your partner around as I instructed you earlier," he commanded sharply before vanishing into what seemed thin air.

Siagyo's eyes locked onto the man as missiles to their target. The man before him would be the one to determine whether his existence at this base was to be a strengthening, empowering experience, or simply a living hell. Judging from the hat he had on his head alone, his hopes began to slowly dissipate.

[xJaxx]

Jin had nearly dozed off when he felt a gust of air rush by his head, snatching his hat off of his head once more. With a disgruntled, “Oi!” he opened his eyes to find that Kain had—once again—appeared in the living room and was assaulting his most prized possession. With a growl—for Jin held no fear of authority—he snatched his hat from the hands of the perpetrator and situated it firmly on his head where it rightfully belonged.

“Introduce yourself and show your partner around as I instructed you earlier,” the leader commanded before ghostly disappearing the way Kain only could.

Muttering a quiet string of maledictions, Jin sat up and massaged the back of his neck. Why did it seem like everyone was so against the idea of taking naps? No, scratch that. Why was everyone against him taking naps? Upon wandering the base, it was normal to find other assassins dozing off (oftentimes in weird locations) so why did Hell break loose whenever he dared close his eyes for a few minutes? Hell, friggin’ Tamaki could sleep out half the day in the garden but forbid someone say two words to him! Talk about a taste of contempt.

With a yawn, Jin directed his attention to the rookie. Well, perhaps “rookie” was the wrong term.

The guy looked like he already killed his share of innocent pedestrians just by stomping through a crowd of people. He was tall—possibly in the run for the tallest assassin at base—with broad shoulders and chiseled arms. If Jin had to guess his occupation before being accepted into the Sasayaita, he would definitely have to guess lumberjack. Either that or a gym maniac who could only “lift things up and put them down”. A typical meathead.

Jin almost laughed in spite of the guy. How was he supposed to get chicks if he looked like a walking wall? Alas, not every man could be blessed with Jin’s statuesque yet congenial height or his slim yet subtly robust figure. After all, it was hard to duplicate a hunk of a god such as himself.

“The name’s Jin,” he said finally, feeling pity for the less fortunate wall-man. “Or you may call me Your Royal Hotness. Personally, I prefer the latter, but I am known as either.” Well, perhaps he wasn’t known as the latter, but he sure as hell was trying to get it to catch on.

“As Old Man probably told you, I’m supposed to be your mentor, baby-sitter, whatever. Quite frankly, I think you’re old enough to be able to explore by yourself. You know, unless you need me to hold your hand.” He shrugged. “Basically every room is game except for the bedrooms—because assassins have a thing with their personal spaces being, well, personal—and the Old Man’s office—which it hard as hell to find anyway, so I wouldn’t waste my time. If you need him, I guarantee he'll find you first. ”

The faster Jin got all the important key notes out of the way, the sooner he’d be left alone to catch up on his beauty rest—not that he necessarily needed it. He was already naturally gorgeous with little matience.

“As for the assassins, if you don’t piss them off, you’ll be fine. (Even though it’s technically against the rules to kill comrades, anyway).” He allowed another nonchalant shrug. “There’s a chick with cat-ears round here. She’s polite, but she’s one of the top assassins, so don’t piss her off. Plus, her partner—he’s blond and walks around like he’s the best thing since sliced bread—is another top assassin and he’s extremely protective of his cat chick, so if you have a cat fetish, it’s best to satisfy that elsewhere. Oh, and he’s protective of his little sister, too. She’s constantly pissed off at the world and is basically a walking time-bomb. She’s hot, but she’ll either burn you to a crisp or cut your head off if you so much as breathe the wrong way when she’s around.”

Jin paused to think who else he should warn the new guy about. Basically he cleared the three deadliest assassins out of the way. He was about to put his orientation to rest and go back to sleep when two other assassins came to mind that he thought were important enough to mention.

“Oh, and we have two “secret weapons”. They’re two little chicks who don’t really look like the assassin type, but I guess the Old Man knows his shit. Kat’s the brunette and vocally-gifted one while Rina’s the blond and whinier one. I guarantee you’ll run into them about ten times today. Kitten’s mine, so unless you want a slit throat, I suppose you should keep your distance,” he concluded with a warm smile.

[Monsieur Zebra]

“The name’s Jin. Or you may call me Your Royal Hotness. Personally, I prefer the latter, but I am known as either.”

It was at that moment that he lost all hope. This man was obviously either incredibly full of himself or incredibly stupid--one of the two, if not both. He certainly wasn't the type that Siagyo would care to get to know, let alone live in the same room together. Whether he liked it or not, they were stuck together until further notice. Therefore, maintaining a civil relationship was likely for the best.

Ignoring the other man's stupidity, Siagyo gave him a small, more or less friendly nod. "Siagyo," he stated clearly. "Sia for short." He wasn't going to add his nickname in, considering only people he had been very close to ever used it, but this was someone that he would be spending an unfortunate amount of time with. Therefore, he thought it would be an intelligent move to act as if he didn't mind becoming familiar with the buffoon.

Mindlessly, he touched the tip of his tongue to the back of his labret. It was something he had become accustomed to doing when he was thinking. At this moment, he was thinking of how unfair he was being to the man who was to be his partner. First impressions always struck him particularly hard. He'd meet a person and get an impression nearly instantly. In this case, within the first minute or so of being acquainted with this man, he made him out to be a mindless fool that somehow made his way into an organization of killers. Considering this was his new partner, it would be best to wait and see what exactly he was capable of in the fray of battle.

“As Old Man probably told you, I’m supposed to be your mentor, baby-sitter, whatever. Quite frankly, I think you’re old enough to be able to explore by yourself. You know, unless you need me to hold your hand. Basically every room is game except for the bedrooms—because assassins have a thing with their personal spaces being, well, personal—and the Old Man’s office—which it hard as hell to find anyway, so I wouldn’t waste my time. If you need him, I guarantee he'll find you first. ”

Suddenly, a steady stream of information flew forth from the man's lips. Siagyo took them in carefully, considering each of them as both a way for him to judge Jin as a person and a way to collect data on the protocol around this new place. So far, it seemed like what one would expect from a secretive organization: members getting free reign of the building with the exceptions of intruding on one another's personal space.

“As for the assassins, if you don’t piss them off, you’ll be fine. (Even though it’s technically against the rules to kill comrades, anyway).” There’s a chick with cat-ears round here. She’s polite, but she’s one of the top assassins, so don’t piss her off. Plus, her partner—he’s blond and walks around like he’s the best thing since sliced bread—is another top assassin and he’s extremely protective of his cat chick, so if you have a cat fetish, it’s best to satisfy that elsewhere. Oh, and he’s protective of his little sister, too. She’s constantly pissed off at the world and is basically a walking time-bomb. She’s hot, but she’ll either burn you to a crisp or cut your head off if you so much as breathe the wrong way when she’s around.”

The more Jin spoke, the more Siagyo began to write him off as a complete idiot. Though his information about who was "top dog" (or in this case, perhaps "top cat" was a more suitable term) around Sasayaita was useful to say the least, his way of vocalizing his thoughts and such was completely moronic, if he did say so. He seemed more interested in how "hot" the women were rather than how strong. That was his first mistake. In a place like this, it was almost guaranteed that the women would not like being objectified.

“Oh, and we have two “secret weapons”. They’re two little chicks who don’t really look like the assassin type, but I guess the Old Man knows his shit. Kat’s the brunette and vocally-gifted one while Rina’s the blond and whinier one. I guarantee you’ll run into them about ten times today. Kitten’s mine, so unless you want a slit throat, I suppose you should keep your distance."

As Jin "graced him" with a smile, he maintained his more or less deadpan gaze. Dating was the last thing that Sia had on his mind--especially coming into a place like this. It was not some sort of match-making experience. He was here to learn how and why he had the powers he did. He was here to learn combat abilities. He had no interest in pursuing romance.

"I see," he said plainly before asking his own questions. "I was informed that we are to share a room. Which one of the doors is ours?" The last thing he wanted to do was mistakenly wander into another assassin's room on his first day at base.

[xJaxx]

“Siagyo,” the man replied after offering a languid nod. “Sia for short,” he concluded.

Jin nodded in response, a slight smirk pulling at his lips. He liked the ring of ‘Siagyo’, but ‘Sia’? ‘Sia’ made it seem as if the six foot brooding figure was nothing but a pixie of some sorts who found joy in frolicking through meadows. A soft string of laughter flew from Jin’s lips and he did little beside flinging a hand over his mouth to contain it. After his amusement wore away, he wiped at the corner of his eyes and turned his attention toward his new teammate. “I’m going to call you Siagyo,” he said through a smile.

He blinked as the man’s lip ring moved, presumably being disturbed by his tongue. Jin was never a fan of facial piercings. Piercings anywhere else were sexy—be it a bellybutton all the way to an industrial—but any facial piercings were a complete turn off to him. Who would want to mar the delicate skin of the face? Perhaps people who didn’t have such a beautiful face as himself? Jin decided that had to be the only reason for someone to get a facial piercing: they were so unhappy with their unattractiveness, that they decided to try to enhance their beauty with a piercing. Since Jin had a beautiful face, he never thought to pierce his lip or eyebrow. Perhaps if he were ugly, it’d be a different story.

“I see,” Sia replied after Jin informed him of all that was to be informed.

Jin was about to recline back into his usual position until he spoke up again:

“I was informed that we are to share a room. Which one of the doors is ours?”

Jin pointed lazily to the staircase. “Up those stairs, to the right, and three doors down. Miscount one too few, you’re in the bathroom. Count one too many and you’re in Sir. Douche’s room. (Sir. Douche being the blondie I told you of earlier.) If you accidentally go into his room, I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Most of the time he won’t be there because he’s either training or in his little tiger’s room, but if he is there, he’ll just give you a, “You have two seconds to state your business or I have the right to forcibly remove you,” stare. Nothing to worry about if you get out in time.” Jin shrugged. “Or you can just count correctly and not have any issues.”

[Monsieur Zebra]

“I’m going to call you Siagyo,”

Letting out a soft "hn," he couldn't help but feel relieved. The last thing he truthfully wanted was for this new "partner" of his to act too buddy-buddy with him. The only people who ever really called him by his nickname were his mother, his father, and his grandfather. Other than that, no one had gotten close enough for him to feel comfortable with them acting incredibly familiar.

"Fine with me," he replied with a gentle shrug.

Allowing other people to walk past his personal barrier wasn't something he was used to having to do. Back home, he lived alone with his family in a relatively remote location. He was able to make it to town, but it was a decently lengthy trek. He had no neighbors and while family friends in town were convenient and helped him greatly in establishing a firm grasp on the business once his grandfather passed, none of them called him anything short of Siagyo, if not adding some sort of respectful suffix.

He never knew what exactly led other people to become close to one another. Family ties were one thing, but why allow a complete stranger to get close to you? That sort of thing just seemed like an easy way to get hurt. In all actuality, it was setting oneself up for betrayal. As his grandfather always said "One cannot be deceived if there is no one to them." He wasn't necessarily antisocial. He just did not understand the purpose of socialization as his new "partner" seemed to.

This man seemed more focused on the social aspect of things than what the base had to offer him personally as a fighter. It seemed almost mentally unstable of him to worry about such trivial things rather than hone in on the big picture. Siagyo crossed his arms contemplatively. Perhaps he was the one thinking on a different wave length. After all, no matter how much advanced weaponry and specialized training there was to be offered, this place was also meant to be comfortable or homey. He was snapped out of his train of thoughts by the blue-haired moron piping up once again.

“Up those stairs, to the right, and three doors down. Miscount one too few, you’re in the bathroom. Count one too many and you’re in Sir. Douche’s room. (Sir. Douche being the blondie I told you of earlier.) If you accidentally go into his room, I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Most of the time he won’t be there because he’s either training or in his little tiger’s room, but if he is there, he’ll just give you a, “You have two seconds to state your business or I have the right to forcibly remove you,” stare. Nothing to worry about if you get out in time.”

With a slow nod, he took calculated steps toward the staircase. Other than the fact that Jin held a certain disdain for the apparent alpha male of base, the most useful thing he said was the fact that his room was close to a bathroom and not too far off from the stair's landing. He paused slightly after making it just two strides, wondering if he was supposed to continue discussing things with Jin. Perhaps he was holding onto more information that he had yet to disclose. Training schedules? Housekeeping rules? There had to be more to know than who to avoid and who was "off limits" from courting. It all just seemed too simple.

“Or you can just count correctly and not have any issues.”

Eyebrow quirked upward, he slowly turned on his heels to face him, just in time to see him give an uncaring shrug. Was he mocking him, or was he really just that oblivious to social cues? Either way, it was obvious that he was not aiming to have a "respectful" relationship.

"I see," he murmured, taking one step back toward the couch on which this man sat. "Anything else I should know before I head up, then?" His voice was low, but relatively sharp. There were things he had to do. There were objects he had to unpack. There were knives he had to sharpen. Jin wasn't necessarily the most captivating person he had ever met and this conversation was losing it's value by the second.

[xJaxx]

“Fine with me,” Siagyo replied with a nonchalant shrug.

Jin furrowed his eyebrows at his ‘partner’. Not only did the guy look like a brick wall, he acted like one, too! No emotion whatsoever. He had encountered a fair amount of ‘stoic’ assassins, but this guy was completely numb. Jin was going to have to change that. He would find a way to get this guy excited about something.

He watched as the burly man took deliberate steps toward the staircase. What was up with this guy? Did he anticipate the path to the staircase being rigged with booby traps? Sure, it’d make sense with the conventional assassins, but the Sasayaita was not a traditional organization. Jin would say that the idea of the whole organization was just insane as he was.

Siagyo paused at the foot of the staircase, seeming as if he was hesitant to leave his partner right away. Jin couldn’t blame him. Jin was practically the life of the party. It was only routine for people to flock to his charming good looks and his dazzling personality. He had to be by far the most popular man at the base.

“I see,” Siagyo muttered, backtracking a step closer to the couch. “Anything else I should know before I head up, then?”

Jin raised his eyebrow ever so slightly. Was he detecting sass? Not the kind of ‘scary sass’ that Kain had, but a more so, “I have more important places to be and people to see” kind of sass. Jin almost scoffed. What better things could this guy be doing than hanging out with the most attractive and cunning person in the entire base? Nothing, that’s what.

Jin placed a finger to the corner of his mouth and hummed a thoughtful “Hmm,” before diverting his gaze to his partner. “This isn’t boot camp,” he spoke up dispassionately, reclining back on the couch. “If you’re expecting a rigorous schedule then you’ve come to the wrong place.” With a nonchalant roll of his wrist, he gestured to his surroundings. “We’re rather unconventional. You’re free to do what you want, when you want, and how you want until the Old Man says otherwise.”

“However, since I am your superior, you’re going to have to obey me. Unless you’re willing to cross me...” He paused, sitting up and offering a crooked smirk that staggered on the edge of sanity, “In that case, I would not object to slitting your throat and using your blood as finger paint.” He smiled wickedly before settling back on the couch. “Other than that, that’s it,” he concluded pleasantly.

[Monsieur Zebra]

“Hmm,"

Nonchalantly raking his fingers through his hair in order to restore it to it's proper place, he waited for Jin to speak up. Maybe he did have something else of value left within him that needed to wring out. He seemed like the type that had a hard time differentiating pointless rabble from actual information. With a semi-attentive stare, he waited more or less patiently for him to go on.

"This isn’t boot camp. If you’re expecting a rigorous schedule then you’ve come to the wrong place. We’re rather unconventional. You’re free to do what you want, when you want, and how you want until the Old Man says otherwise.”

In a strange way, it was as if the other was reading his mind and debunking his ideas of this new place one by one. He had been expecting a heavily regimented living quarters with a strict training schedule. Instead, things seemed incredibly relaxed. That was how the balance of power was created, so he supposed. Those that trained rigorously each day were bound to become more and more powerful, therefore taking their place at the top of the organization's food chain. Apparently, the uppermost tier were a tall blonde man and his cat-like partner. Siagyo presumed that they spent a great deal of time together (as Jin had described), but not so much in a romantic sense. They likely trained together and therefore climbed the totem pole of power practically at the same time, creating a name for themselves that even the somewhat psychotic man before him could not dispute.

Siagyo let out a long-winded sigh. "How disappointing," he basically grumbled. He had honestly wanted a "boot camp"-like structure. For some reason, he had managed to put himself in the mentality that he was going to be doing a lot of strengthening. However, this new challenge would prove interesting enough. Now, it was up to him to climb the totem pole with the physically superior. He had no doubt that he would soon enough rise in rank.

“However, since I am your superior, you’re going to have to obey me. Unless you’re willing to cross me...”

All but ignoring the darkness in the other's voice as he trailed off, his mind caught a very strong hold on the "since I am your superior" statement. Superior? In what way? Surely Jin's ability to come off as a snide narcissist far surpassed his own, but physically and mentally, Siagyo seemed to outrank this scrawny idiot. His speech was coarse and borderline vulgar. Though he had not stood up quite yet, Siagyo held no doubt that he was far shorter. His muscles held a vary faint definition, but his limbs were so scrawny, it seemed more like the muscle was there to hold together his framework than anything. He opened his mouth to protest, but Jin's piping up cut him off.

“In that case, I would not object to slitting your throat and using your blood as finger paint.”

Now, he had a full picture on who this Jin character truly was: a psychopath. That was the only way he could be in this sort of organization to begin with. He was egotistical to the point that he cared for nothing but his own convenience and wellbeing. Bloodshed likely meant nothing to him. Jin was the type that likely smiled as he painted the surroundings red with another man's blood. For all Siagyo knew, this guy was the sort that licked the victim's blood off his blade as his eyes grew dark from the absence of humanity. To top everything off, this was also the person that he would have to spend the most time around. What was he supposed to do, babysit him? Cater to his wills in order to hope that he didn't go into some sort of psychotic fit and take down the base member by member?

“Other than that, that’s it,”

"Aah," he mused in his typical deep voice. "I understand now." He made sure to draw his words out in a way to prove that he was not afraid, but rather managed to get a clear picture of his new surroundings and the person he would have to share them with.

"I'll be unpacking then," he added. "I suppose I'll see you upstairs," he murmured begrudgingly, wishing that such wasn't the case.

If this was what life was to be like from this point on, he thought to himself, he had better start getting used to it early on. It was a fate he had to learn to accept. He had already left his company and family behind him. This was the new direction in which he had to turn.

[xJaxx]

Jin casted his eyes up at his bear-like partner as he sighed a “How disappointing.”

“It’s never too late to leave,” Jin commented, reclining back on the couch. Well, technically it was too late. Once someone was admitted into the Sasayaita, it was a “till death do you part” type of deal. It was too risky for someone to just ‘quit’ so more often than not, if they were truly set on breaking apart from the organization, they were disposed of before they could get a chance to leak their knowledge to the law.

“Aah,” he responded to Jin’s conclusion. “I understand now.”

For once, someone answered him with a sort of audacity that disregarded the magnitude of torture Jin was capable of inflicting. (Beside the blond alpha moron and the Old Man, no one really dared take him lightly.) Of course Siagyo was much larger than him, but that couldn’t solely be the reason why he felt so smug as to be completely indifferent to Jin’s presence. Jin had taken down men twice his own size so he was sure Siagyo would be no different. Or was his wall of a partner confident in his abilities as an assassin as to think that Jin would pose no threat? Either way, it pissed Jin off.

Jin was used to being an intimidating factor. After all, if there was one thing that seemed to scare people the most, it was insanity. Though, Jin never really considered himself insane. Threatening? Well of course. Applicable to get a one-way ticket to an insane asylum? Not necessarily. In fact, he was rather down-to-earth; after all, one needed to understand psychology in order to act in such a way that stirred up nightmares in people’s heads and made them fear for their life by simply offering them a staggered smile. He was simply an evil genius, was all.

“I’ll be unpacking then,”

Jin simply nodded. He wasn’t interested in the wall’s social life. He was aggravated enough and just wanted to take a cat nap. Tugging the brim of his hat over his eyes, he settled into a comfortable position and closed his eyes. He was done interacting with the brick house.

“I suppose I’ll see you upstairs,” Siagyo muttered almost resentfully.

Jin didn’t bother opening his eyes or moving his hat aside. “If you make the wrong step in the bedroom, it’s rigged with booby-traps so your foot might just get stuck in a bear trap.” Jin commented with an equal amount of scorn. That wasn’t necessarily the case, but he wanted his partner to be paranoid. After all, if Jin was to have to deal with him, he might as well get a kick out of their partnership. “Have fun figuring out the safest route~” he sang bitterly. “Although I’d certainly enjoy seeing you walk with a limp.”

[Monsieur Zebra]

“It’s never too late to leave,”

Unsure of how to respond, he simply shrugged. There wasn't much that could be said--especially since technically, it certainly was "too late to leave." He had been led to the headquarters of an organization of qualified assassins. If he left, they would likely have to kill him. Since he wasn't planning on deserting any time soon, of course, all of that was irrelevant.

It was quite obvious that Jin was just about as "enthusiastic" about their partnership as he was. Oddly enough, he took a small bit of comfort from Jin's distaste for him. With a personality that overpowering, Siagyo knew that he wouldn't want to hang around Jin all that often. Perhaps they would both agree to simply not speak to each other when in their room unless absolutely necessary. If they didn't talk, he could at least block him out enough to trick himself into thinking he had a place of solitude. Unfortunately, this guy also seemed like he enjoyed the sound of his own voice too much to stay quiet for extended periods of time. He probably talked to himself more than he talked to other people.

All Siagyo could think to himself: "good thing I remembered to bring a couple packs of cigarettes with me."

He knew that smoking was a disgusting habit. He had tried to quit on more than one occasion. For the most part, he had been able to give it up. Unfortunately, he was not without weakness. There were times when the only thing that could calm his mind was a long drag of cigarette smoke. Back when he had taken up smoking, he found great comfort in watching his exhaled clouds dissipate and release into the air. The thought of the sheer amount of toxins in those "clouds" was sickening but, if he was stressed out enough, it was a trivial matter.

Just thinking about cigarettes made him yearn for a fix. He decided that after he finished unpacking, he would try to find a good place to smoke. After just one cigarette, the agitation would subside. He would likely go outside to find an area; he wouldn't smoke in their room. Even if Jin wasn't his favorite person in this world, he didn't want to make living with him any harder than it had to be; it was best to avoid having to face the consequences if the lunatic disliked tobacco. Besides that, he always felt off smoking indoors. The smell of it stuck to everything. Despite his inclination to indulge when stressed, he found the smell of it quite repulsive on a regular basis.

“If you make the wrong step in the bedroom, it’s rigged with booby-traps so your foot might just get stuck in a bear trap.”

With his back toward his new partner, he allowed himself a brief eye roll. He didn't believe him for a second. Yes, he was crazy. Yes, there was a slight chance that he could be telling the truth. However, the fact of the matter was that he liked himself too much to possibly jeopardize accidental self-inflicted harm. He seemed like the type who partied; therefore, there was no way he would booby-trap the room. The stakes were too high. Even if he had installed all the traps himself, it would be too hard to remember/avoid anything like that while in a state of inebriation. Besides that, the things he had said earlier in the conversation made it seem like he was the type that brought girls back to the room. Nothing was a bigger turn off than someone getting their leg clamped down on by steel jaws. 

"I'll take my chances," he called over his shoulder with obvious disinterest before beginning up the stairs. Find the room, unpack, then go out and have a cigarette. That was the game plan. 

“Have fun figuring out the safest route~ Although I’d certainly enjoy seeing you walk with a limp.”

Stopping in his venture upstairs, he looked back at Jin. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he allowed a small smirk. His eyes were as cold as ice as he looked at the half-asleep man on the couch.

"Please," he said, intentionally drawing out the word. "It would take far more than a bear trap to give me a limp."

Turning back around, he continued en route to the room. "Well," he thought to himself as he reached the top of the staircase, "I hope I have my lighter."