You did not buy me. Was your reply. I will undress for...

"Wowick." You turned to him.

He laughed and you blushed deeply.

Do not mock my voice. You signed quickly. You looked away from Worick and noticed Nicolas waving for your attention. You watched him sign something very interesting.

Womanizer. He signed. But he changed the sign to have his fingers signing W.

Him? You pointed at Worick. That's perfect.

Yes. My name is Nicolas. He spelled it out.

"Waw!" Worick called out. "Why wed woo waaw we wad!"

Hey! Why would you call me that?

It's the truth. Nicolas signed. You can call me, He signed "scar" with the hand sign for N.

Gruesome. You spelled out, forgetting the sign.

Yes. Gruesome. Nicolas signed for you.

"Wop Wortwing!"

Stop flirting! I paid for her.

You should at least ask her name, Worick. He used his name sign as an extra stab.

"YN." Your name was one of the few things you remembered exactly how to say. You had a lot of practice with it before you lost your hearing. You spelled it out as well. And now the first request was satisfied.

No name sign? Worick asked as he took your hand and guided you to the couch, tired of standing. He flopped down and threw his arms over the couch and around Nicolas. Patting his lap, you realized he wanted you to sit on his lap.

Do you have to sit so close to me? Nicolas asked after hitting Worick's shoulder.

Yes. He rubbed his face against Nicolas's face. Anyway, name sign?

You laughed at him and sat on his lap, shaking your head. Worick's hands sat awkwardly on your lap, torn between talking to you with them and exploring your body.

"Mow-ee?" You tried to say. Understanding anything but the simplest of signs from behind was difficult, so you tried to talk, even though you were embarrassed by it.

Yes. He smacked Nicolas's chest to aggressively get his attention. Pick a movie.

Can't she undress or something? I didn't think you were trying to date her. Not your style. Nicolas stood up and shook his head. What do you want to watch, YN?

I don't care. I think Worick won't watch it anyway. His hands are itching to get under my dress. You were secretly pleased that you actually had someone to talk to during a job. It was normally a long, quiet affair.

Don't let me stop you. I don't want to watch a stupid movie. I have to make sure you don't assassinate Worick.

"Wop wawaing we wap!"

"Ugwadawa" Nicolas's voice was surprisingly even more difficult to understand.

"Why will wunwep wer whem why wam! Woo wus wama wap!"

"Woah?"

"Whime. Whip were wam wap. Wo wunping, why wayed wo wer."

Suddenly, you found yourself flipped onto the couch and Worick's large, rough hands pushing up your dress. Now able to see his lips, you had a slightly better grasp of what he was saying.

"Waw-ree." He gave you a naughty smirk. "We wanps woo waptch."

Oh. You thought to yourself. Nicolas wants to watch. I didn't really agree to this, but I'm not complaining. He's pretty hot... But so is Worick...