((Open w/ Blackwell brothers)) "You know those are bad for you." Patrick mused, lightly nudging his older brother. Ethan let out a breathy laugh, continuing to smoke the cigarette. "It relaxes me." He responded, voice as emotionless as always. Patrick chuckled, taking a seat next to him. They both had blood on them, but neither of them cared. Someone else, dead. And they'd get the pay, too. "Seems we have company." Ethan suddenly said, not bothering to look up. Sure enough, here [y/c] came.