Mafioso goons

*Consigliere winks at him* Guilty as charged. *straightens his shirt nonchalantly* Can't help it when you look so good all flustered like that.

(Sorry, I have to cut this short. I'm going to bed. I'll pick up where I left off tomorrow. But that line is really intriguing. Did you mean for that to be Soldier or Consigliere?)

*Contractee smirks* Tracks everything you type. *leans back* Knows your passwords, texts, everything. He even knows what you're typing right now, and can see your screen at any time he wants. and he looks at it at least 5 times a day. he also has a camera in your room, and a microphone. and he can see and hear everything you do and say. even when you're not in the room. and he has a backdoor to your phone, and can see everything you do on it. and he has a backdoor to your computer, and can see everything you do on it. and he has a backdoor to your tablet, and can see everything you do on it. and he has a backdoor to your smart tv, and can see everything you do on it. and he has a backdoor to your smart speaker, and can hear everything you say. and he has a backdoor to your smart fridge, and can see everything you eat. and he has a backdoor to your smart thermostat, and can see what temperature you like your room. and he has a backdoor to your smart lights, and can see what color you like your lights. and he has a backdoor to your smart doorbell

*groans* Great. Monthly problems.

at least it lasts shorter than a period..

*Consigliere clutches pearls* My periods last THREE DAYS! *Mafioso rubs temples* We're getting sidetracked.