A Royal Pain

“Mate, we’re hardly being unfair.” Phil crosses his legs. “Your boss isn’t asking for us to take out just any target. He’s asking for the king of L’Manberg. Royalty has risks,” he says, shrugging lightly. “Now, are you willing to pay, or do you need to be shown out?”Boddy opens his mouth to protest, but a glare from Techno clicks his mouth shut before any words escape. “I’m sure your payment can be... arranged. In the meantime, I’m supposed to provide the details for your job.”---Or: Phil and Technoblade are renowned assassins with a penchant for anarchy. They get hired for a hit, only to realize that, oh fuck, is their new target is a fucking kid?? Shenanigans and angst ensue.