1 BORED CRIMINALS

When Hunter said "no" with a blunt, he anticipated Hugh to grasp the difference between a sense of humor and stop fucking around.

Because whatever he suggested earlier was not funny and Hunter did not laugh, so either it was an attempt at a joke, or the latter.

Although Hunter should give his baby brother an A for effort— obviously, "we should get a sugar-baby" was rather appalling to hear at a time like this where their office was occupied and busy.

"Thank you for saying that, I needed the jest," Hunter responded to his doppelgänger with a taut, masquerading smile.

Hugh chuckled at his older brother's sass, shifting in his seat and uncrossing his legs across from Hunter's desk, glancing back into his eyes suggestively to get the point through.

Seeing that look since anywhere, Hunter jerked an eyebrow to him, at first confused, then the epiphany struck him.

Hunter's soft expression floundered quickly into a rough one, with a mixture of the you're serious? look.

"Look, either you're trying to waste my time, or you got nothing else better to do. Don't come in my office if it's not work-related." Hunter rebutted, piling a thick amount of papers, and punched a stabler on it with very slim to nil strength added.

Preoccupied at the moment, still able to give his brother a piece of his mind.

"Hunt, let's get a sugar baby! I'm bored and horny as fuck. I don't wanna fuck prostitutes from whorehouses anymore." Hugh began whining like a toddler.

"What's wrong with our prostitutes? You never had a problem with them."

"Yeah, but they're illegal~" Hugh simply stated, slumped like a soggy egg against the armrest as his head and chest facing the ceiling on the headrest.

"Everything we do for a living is illegal, boy. Us breathing as of now is illegal." Hunter got up from his dragon-sculpted swivel chair (his throne) towards a bookshelf, holding a yellow envelope. Honestly, a swivel chair such as this one can be an overemphasis. However, in this case, not really. It was a symbolic heritage furniture handed down from one ruler to another. The sapphire gem at the crest deemed it as so. "You realize what just came out of your mouth was funny."

"And yet, you're not laughing." How Hugh acted was of some drunk trying to have a stable conversation, struggling to lift up his heavy head to meet eyes with Hunter across the room.

Who knows, maybe he snorted a few lines of cocaine before barging inside, only to purchase yet another commotion.

"I don't need to express things to feel things, Hugh." Hunter retorted with an almost eerie apathetic face, his voice so dull and straightforward.

"Okay, but like— not because they're illegal, but because they're the victims of human trafficking. They all know they gotta do their job and just wing it." Hugh mimed a languid baseball bat swaying pose, striking nothing. He was definitely high at some point.

"And? Does that bother you? They're the purpose of sex and sex only, Hugh. Is that not enough for you?"

Even withal this brotherly discussion, Hunter still found room for his brain to concentrate on the task at hand, flopping back in his throne after he was finished with whatever he was doing.

"They're not a challenge, nor have any personalities, they're just sex dolls. And too afraid to die," Hugh scrunches his gorgeous facial features.

"Last night I only reached in my jacket to give some tips but she flinched and shielded herself. I thought everything was a mess!" Hugh scoffed at the reminiscent of the scene, reaching over the desktop and snatching a stamp from his brother, throwing it in the air and catching it, rinse and repeat.

"Well, Hugh—" Hunter unlatched his thin-plump lips to speak, yet got interrupted by the only person who could interrupt him in the entire world without getting their skulls blown.

"And before you say anything, I know. I know you're supposed to use your own product to show you're dedicated to it for the advertisement.

"But that's such a poser move. We're bosses of an empire, we rule over many criminal organizations; skins and goods, no problem. We don't have to use one of our products, that's too obvious of us.

"We'll be boring 'ol chairmen. To show we're perfectly normal and not flaunting, let's just go ahead and get a challenge, shall we? Perhaps, become ambassadors for once and review other cultures, like a community of spoiled cash-grabbing college girls."

Hugh effortlessly tossed the stamp towards Hunter, who gladly caught it without a single slip.

The massive antique-like office was in tranquility, Hunter sneering in awe at his brother's speech and Hugh sneering back at his him, aware how valid his speech was.

"I think there should be some brothels out and about with women like that for you. I can get in touch with some connections." However he was touched, Hunter was persistent, although acknowledging his brother's causes, Hunter was testing his brother's patience. His own way of jest.

"No, I told you, not like that." Hugh straightened his posture, leaning forward, impatient. "We're going back to society, brother. We're just gonna be two young men spoiling girls with normal struggles and lives. Imagine the excitement, us fooling around with that shit." Hugh lowered his timbre to say: "Normality."

"In what way? Hiding our identities? All for the sake of a small lustful challenge?"

"You got it, bro." Hugh clicked his tongue and flicked a forefinger at him with a wry smirk.

"Hmm," Hunter's mind narrowed down to multiple possibilities and outs, unfortunately, all that he could pinpoint was that he wanted to experiment with a different style in life.

His brother's suggestion had never been bad, reckless, but creative. Fooling around with relationships they're not supposed to?

Perhaps.

Hunter smirked with a swift rose of his tamed brow, shrugging. "Alright. Let's give it a go. You got anyone on your mind?"

"I got plenty, my fellow sugar-daddy."

"Is that what they're going to address us as? 'Daddy'?"

"Of course, wouldn't that be adorable? When we play, let's never tell a soul about this." Hugh relaxed into the armchair, "yet."

"I supposed I can promise that."