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Samson shook his head, his long black hair moved in response, "No, I am not an assassin. But I do choose only certain jobs that don't hurt innocent people."

TJ got excited, gently flapping his hands once the crayons were taken and Akira joined him.
TJ placed his palm on one of the coloring book pages, telling her that he'd like for her to color that one. Then he began coloring the opposite page.

Akira smiled and nodded, "Alright, I'll color that one." She with that, she began to color the image. Her normal artistic talent lay in painting so coloring with crayons was new to her.

He smiled and nodded,

"I like that, Akira.. San."

He was looking at the crayons.

"Oh! It’s.. What are those things?"

Akira giggled, showing Peewit a crayon, "It is something to color with. Kind of like painting but without a brush."

He took it and examined it.

"It look simple, but.. How does it work?"

“I must simply ask then. What is the difference? I was always told there was no difference.”

TJ looked at Peewit, gently holding the crayon in his hand. He didn't reply, letting Akira explain if she was going to do so.

And so Samson explained to the lovely vision before him, "A mercenary is a professional soldier hired to fight in armed conflicts or engage in combat for financial gain. We can act as an escort, a bodyguard, perform a rescue operation or any other number of similar tasks. An assassin has only one goal: To kill their target. That is the difference."

Akira grabbed the coloring book and showed Peewit as she pressed the crayon inside the coloring lines, "It works like this."

"Yes, it look simple, the parchemins work like that, i can’t make those beautiful letters, yet, but i can copy."

He observed how she did it.

"Can i try? Please?"

"Apology accepted. I'll have my order ready tomorrow"

With all the meanness of SCP 999, he came in wagging his tail and sniffed the boy's face before laying on his back and offering his belly.

"Yes of course!" Akira said and offered him the crayons so Peewit could try.

He draw something on a paper, it was a castle, then, a sun, some trees, a river, it was child-like, thought.

"It’s really nice, i think that i could be an artist too."

Akira smiled and nodded, "You indeed could be!"

“I see. Someone definitely lied to me then. To which is no surprise.” She seems to be churning this in her head, heavily considering it. “One last question, darling. Who do you wok for? If you have to whisper it for confidentiality, you better whisper it over candlelit dinner~.” She grins at him.

"Everyone will be jealous, hehe!"

He turned to her.

"Did you draw something too?"

Samson smirked, one side of his handsome face turning upward, "Perhaps I should make up a name then just to have dinner with you." But that would be dishonorable because it wouldn't be honest, "I work for whoever pays me at time. Every time I take a job, I work for someone new. There is no singular boss. However," He said as he continued, "If I do a good job, someone who once hired me in the past can hire me again."

"No." Akira shook her head, "I colored an image." She showed him. \