[b]"Ah,"[/b] the boy said as the girl gave him the information that he needed, standing upright and digging into his pocket for a cigarette. [b]"You know, you should consider a different choice of occupation. It's not difficult for the world's strongest hitman to track a script kiddie."[/b]

Full of himself, the boy laughed as he fit the cigarette between his lips and flicked his fingers, instantly lighting the cigarette with a small crimson flame as red as his irises. He took a quick puff before exhaling deeply, encasing the entire hotel room and the girl with an abnormally different scent than the average cigarette smoke. [b]"I've never been one to actually smoke, 'cause underage and all,"[/b] he spoke in a nonchalant, sarcastic tone, leaning over the shoulder of the girl once more. [b]"Nobody and nothing else can kill me, but you gotta go somehow. Life's a bitch and then you die, right?"[/b]

After only inhaling and expelling the fumes of the cigarette once, the boy allowed it to fall to the computer table, gently landing as the flame disintegrated. [b]"Though, before I call it quits and make my merry way outta this joint,"[/b] the boy's smile widened as his revolver clicked and the cylinder rolled out of the gun's structure, revealing that it had been unloaded the entire time. [b]"You've been very good, sugar pumpkins. I'll call ya sometime for dinner."[/b]

The boy planted a quick kiss to the side of the girl's forehead, laughing as he pushed the cylinder back into place and holstered the revolver. He trotted on over to the closed curtain and set it aside, looking out to the balcony. Before he made his exit, the boy looked past his shoulder and back at the girl. [b]"Also, if you plan on trying to trace my cigarette's origins, you'll find yourself sorely disappointed. These are mine."[/b]

And with that, the boy walked out to the balcony, and disappeared off of the edge.