Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180527004826/@comment-24736819-20180530002919

It didn't took long until a clean shaved, well dressed young man joined the duo. The man fell quiet for a few seconds as if measuring the words he'd say until he sighed and whispered very low:

"Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?", the man was clearly uncomfortable as he said the first words of the nursery rhyme.

Gérard frowned as if he wasn't really understanding what the man wanted. Paul knew that meant the client was new, because the frenchman only mocked those he wished to test.

The man lowered his head, sighing once again and this time repeating the nursery rhyme a bit louder, which made a couple of customers turn their heads in confusion.

Gérard chuckled and answered, "Why, yessir, yessir! Three bags full!"

Paul sometimes failed to understand the frenchman's humorous quirks, so he tended to focus on the business at hand, "Brought the..."

"Yes.", the man quickly replied, turning to the american and placing the briefcase over the table, "What about the...wool?"

"Of the best quality, sir. Keep the case, eat something and let's chat before we finish our business.", Gerry turned serious once again, calling for the waitress and ordering a plate for the client without even asking if the man was ok with the order.

Paul figured the man's nervousness was due to the delicacy of their trade and the fact that Gérard was pushing the man's buttons, but the arms dealer knew better. The frenchman had a nose for the strange and felt something odd with his new client.

"So, mon ami, how are you called amongst your peers?", Gérard asked, sipping on the cup of coffee he had ordered earlier.

"He wants to know your name.", Paul explained once he realized the man's confusion.

"Ah, err... should we do that? Exchange names? I think it would be safer if we didn't.", the man replied a bit weirded out.

Paul held his breath, knowing that Gerry wouldn’t take the refusal in a good way.

"Ah, sure, sure. Smart thinking.", Gérard nodded in reply, agreeing.

Paul widened his eyes, knowing exactly what that weird friendly behavior meant. He had been helping Gerry long enough to figure it out a few of the man's acts and that wasn't a good one... it meant blood would be spilled shortly.