To Moss, From Corinthian {Cup of Coffee}

{ There is a piece of paper attached to this letter, handwritten and messy. It was clearly drafted up in a hurry}

     Hey Moss, 

     Miss me yet? 

     I’d apologize for leaving without a word, but if you are reading this, that means I sure didn’t. The when you get the word is irrelevant, you see. And granted, that might make me an asshole, but hey. Just know that I am coming back. Only the good die young, right?

     You can yell at me as much as you want once I’m back, and I’ll make it up to you somehow, how does that sound? Good? Great! You know, I love writing a letter. I can say whatever I want to you without you bitching about it. Though I do miss seeing your cute little expressions– how are you feeling right now? Annoyed, frustrated, flustered? Of course, you do. I can picture you so clearly, red all over your cheeks, hand hesitant, letter resting atop your pillow as you think of me tonight. My dear Moss, please, take it easy. Nice and gentle for me, m’kay?

     Anyways, enough of that. I’ve attached the best I could make of a case file on such short notice, so if you’re looking for specifics, they’ll all be there waiting for you. Way less fun than my letter, of course, but necessary all the same. Before you give that a glance though, here’s the rundown: there’s a target down south, and after I was reached by one of his contacts, it seemed to be quite an urgent situation. Don’t worry, I have it all under control, and I’ll be finishing up in a couple of days if all goes well. If it doesn’t, well. We both know I don’t mind getting my hands dirty! 

     In more entertaining news, I’ve landed myself in a bit of a run-down town. A bit of a failed tourist trap, if you will– close enough to a highway for some tourist traffic, but boring enough that it doesn’t last very long. It does have a couple of miscellaneous attractions though, lame as they are, which means gift shops. And those, contrary to your smartass opinion, are not lame. At least in a fun, ironic way. 

     I got you a cute little T-shirt, just for you. And a mug, with a cheesy saying that I’ll keep a surprise for when I see you next, now doesn’t that sound fun? That t-shit I was planning on getting it one size too small, just for my viewing pleasure, but decided to be the “bigger man” and get it in a comfortable fit. Might be a size too big, actually, but that only seems to add to the comfort. At least that is what I assume of you, given that you steal my clothes ever so often. Some of my jackets, loose on me as they are, seem to swallow you whole. Absolutely adorable, in my humble opinion. 

     I’ll give them to you once I’m back. I’m assuming it’s been around twenty-four hours of my absence by the time you’re reading this, but it’ll take a bit longer than a day for me to get the job done. Tonight– or rather, last night for you, was all about locating the target and getting to know my hunting ground. Today is my first reckon night, and tomorrow, well. First, try. You’ll hear about it from me pretty soon. And if you don’t, that’s that. 

     I will be careful. I know you wouldn’t ask me straight-faced like that, but knowing you, the possibility of reckless bullshit has clearly passed through your mind, I want you to know, again, I have everything under control. I know you’d kill me if I died or something, so I’m keeping myself safe and sane. Gotta make sure the kitty doesn’t scratch my face, right? Gotta keep the goods in perfect condition. 

     So, don’t worry about me. Go on with your normal day, and I will try and send you another letter in the next two days– if I’m not home by then, that is. We can pen-pal it up if I’m still away, and just have a good old laugh about the whole situation after. I’m hoping to have one hell of a story for you next time we meet, so the first round of coffee is on me. And maybe a donut or two, if you know how to ask for it nicely. 

     I will be seeing you soon. You keep yourself safe as well, alright? I know you can keep yourself out of trouble without me– especially because you are without me, that is– but I just. You know. Had to say it. 

Looking forward to that cup of coffee,