To: Silver

[Chev]

To: Silver

Okay, sweety pie, consider it done. That'll take me some time and some runs, but believe me, I'll do my job.
Wait for me... oh, I mean, wait for my transmission 'bout yer' cargo.

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[Silver]

D'awww. How cute.

*Eyes the camera*

So is someone drowning in its own blood.

*Rubs her temples*

Now, since we didn't went to school in the same class, took a leak together or
even managed to breath the same air, you'll drop the sweetie-pie.

This here is business, and my usual business is trading death.
Yours is to get me the stuff i am paying you sweet creds to.

Hope you don't take a good ol'frackin' time, bucko.


Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[Chev]

To: Silver

'kay, got that, missie. Just take a chill pill and let Luc do everythin' his way.

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