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"Why you askin'? Hoping that you don't have to split any of the profit, mate?" 

A voice responded.

Another approached the scene with a lax to his steps and a nonchalance plastered to his expression, easily mistaken for boredom with a slight tense at his brows constantly. 

A man, raven-black hair, a sharp gaze within his grey eyes, a long buttoned up coat masking his lower facial features from its high collar, with a particularly short stature, made his presence known as he looked to the other two with a raise to his brow. 

"I'm guessing you're the one requesting this job?" The man said, pointed towards the masked individual based on the other person's question.

Their tone was uniquely laced with wit but soft-spoken without any real bite. 

He would begin, "Here I was hoping you lot would look more like thugs so that I didn't feel so conscientiously about stealing something from others. But, oh well, I guess I can forego not being like the usual stereotypes." 

He rolled his eyes, finding his own sarcastic excuse ironic as he still accepted the request despite his "conscientious" opinions. A job he accepted based on the suggestion of another. 

"Sup." The man nodded to the other two with crossed arms. "Miyu. Just Miyu." A simple greeting. 

His phrasing and particular verbal tones so uniquely casual - noticeable so compared to other folks and residents within the area. Quite specifically modern to those that were similar in disposition. 

"So..." Miyu turned his attention towards the hooded and masked individual, an owl perched atop their shoulder that consistently tilted it head at its surroundings and changes. 

"You're the man leading this, right?" He posed his question, eyeing both individuals and inspecting them thoroughly. But nothing of which that could be deemed hostile or ill-intended.

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