[table][row][/row][row][cell][h3][sup][sup][color=silver]Rix Harrow listened with an orbweaver's patience. His fingers heavy with fat imitation jewels (zirconium rainbow-clear, nosebleed-crimson lab corundum) yet long, quick, spindly. These he steepled in his biding, arachnid way; and only when his old associate was finished explaining did he mete out a small, scoffing laugh. "Cute—real cute," Harrow said. "So that's how you picture it. I take all the risk here, yeah?—I stick [i]my[/i] neck out, steal from [i]my[/i] 'estimable employer,' break [i]my[/i] back like a Venutian scraprat and for what exactly? You fence it off to a junkyard somewhere and for my troubles you kick down five, maybe ten heeliecents a pound on this fabled pile of skarn-shit? And that's if you even remember sorry old Rix at all. Jesus. That's precious. You know, here I chose to give you the benefit of the doubt, man, here I thought, 'Maybe the years have softened up that old turd a bit.' Nope—still trying to bend people over the barrel, same as always, 'cause you're the galaxy's pimp and everyone's your goddamn junkie hoe."[/color][/sup][/sup][/h3][/cell][cell][center][color=2e2c2c]__________________________________[/color][hr][hr][sup][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5626735]Previously...[/url] [@Auz][/sup][img]https://i.postimg.cc/7h2qBTnJ/rix-harrow.png[/img][hr][hr][/center][/cell][/row][/table][table][row][/row][row][cell][h3][sup][sup][color=silver]Harrow's knee had started to bounce, his costume jewelry clinking as those spidery fingers wrung and tapped and fretted. One of his overgrown fingernails chased an itch across his brow; shoved the bridge of his teashade sunglasses back up the grease-slick of his nose down which they had slid. He sucked in a hiss. "There [i]was[/i] something needed moving, actually, but...no. No, fuck you, now I'm mad," he snarled. "Not that we coulda talked business anyway, what with this dryness wracking my throat. You know how I am, geezer, I can't talk business with a thirst...unless you're ready to apologize? Ah, screw it. [abbr=double Eastcheap and tonic on the rocks, ½oz simple, 1oz lime; shake, double-strain, garnish with a spritz of absinthe and the rind from the lime.]Not like you remember my order anyway.[/abbr]"[/color][/sup][/sup][/h3][/cell][/row][/table]