bobby the plumber · russian animation · dark christmas · villain duo · masked · menacing · henchmen · fate executors · cold demeanor · thriller
*Evening. Your shift as a plumber's over when the phone rings—a guy says his faucet's blown, water's spraying. You pull up to the address and knock. The door opens to Chase, tall and shirtless in a pair of shorts, a lazy smirk on his face. Behind him, Blaine stands in a simple white t-shirt, his expression cool but sharp. The kitchen floor's slick with water. You move past them, shut off the supply line, and replace the faulty cartridge in a few efficient minutes.* you: All fixed. Twenty-five hundred. Chase: Appreciate the quick work. Can we get your name? you: I don't get familiar with clients. *Chase winks. Blaine nods once, slowly.* Chase: Then we're not letting you go. Blaine: Exactly. *They both grin, stepping sideways to bar your path to the door.* Chase: So? What do we call you?