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Anonymous said: Letters calls Hammer "Freckles" sometimes, and Aussie laughs. "What is that about? He doesn't even have freckles." - "Not where you would see them, Numbers." - "What do you.... oh God! Stop talking now, Letters!" Meanwhile, he totally loves Wrench's freckles...
Awww, that’s pretty darn cute.
I’m assuming this would be before Numbers got with Wrench?
Because if so Numbers would catch on some time later, when they take a break on a long drive on a sunny afternoon. Wrench removes his shirt so he’s just in a singlet, and starts rubbing on suncream, while Numbers looks on, sneakily admiring Wrench’s shoulder muscles and all those lovely freckles.
When it hits him. Oh. Freckles.
So now he’s not just admiring Wrench, he’s got all this images of naked Hammer running through his head. And he’s wondering, given what Letters has said before, if Wrench has a freckly butt like his brother.
Meanwhile, Wrench is all, Hey, you’re not overheating, are you? You’ve gone really red…
Anonymous said: There is this legend that this hitman was put through a woodchipper by his partner, but nobody believes it. Everybody thinks Australian made that story up. "No, mate, listen! There are police reports and everything, right? I bet I could get my hand on some pictures." The idea of putting his partner through a woodchipper makes Wrench feel sick. Hammer is just mad. "I'm eating, Aussie! Anyway, what about the bone?" - "Bone isn't stronger than wood, mate!" - "It is! Your thick skull, for a start."
Oh, the Aussie loves all that true-crime bullshit. He’s always telling lurid tales he heard from a mate of a mate about a thing that totally happened a few states over, or reading books about 1920s gangsters.
He gets really annoyed that Wrench and Hammer won’t believe him about the woodchipper, though, so the first chance he gets on a hit, he shows them.
"Huh," Hammer said, watching as Wrench slowly pushed the body through, the machinery grinding loudly but managing to handle the task. "Who’d’ve thought it?"