[All their leader can do is grit his teeth; Takasugi leans on him at an angle that forces his jaw to an awkward angle. Talking would be difficult, and ill advised. He feels a sharp breath taken underneath his weight, and immediately increases the pressure. Squeezing that gasp of life from the boy beneath him.
Left directionless, the others produce the supply without much delay.
Handing it over seems to be a chore, however, with the way the boy with the chain drags his hand across his friend's to hold the drugs at his side limply.
His feet drag, until Mai's curt warning startles him into reaching forward and dropping it into her hand.
When he does, Takasugi nods to the side, gesturing for her to hand it to the shopkeeper. Provided she does, the man opens the small bag and dips a finger inside. He swirls it in some powder, then brings it to his mouth to taste. Takasugi had expected some derogatory comment about the quality, but the man's eyes widen.]
Where the hell did you get this!? No way brats like you made this shit yourself. [Apparently, it's good stuff.]
Oh? Go on. Answer him. Or you'll leave one man down. [Is it necessary for him to pull his blade on the boy beneath him? Probably not. But Takasugi does, sliding the cool metal against the boy's reddening neck.]
W-we don't know! I swear we don't! [One nudges another, talking over his companion.] Shut up! This guy's serious!
Don't know his name, but its someone wearing a huge hood. He meets us on the edge of town - maybe he's a shaman. Never really asked. Don't think he sounds much like one, though.
[Interesting. But not quite enough.] Where do you meet, exactly.
I want to buy some for myself, straight from the source.
There's a tree with a branch like a hook. Can't miss it. For some reason, nothing grows on that part. We meet under there. [The information flows freely, much to the muttered arguments of the boy's friends.]
I see.
That's all. Get out of here. [They hesitate, the boy who spoke most watching the one pinned under Takasugi's weight.] Now. [Takasugi looks to Mai to follow through on his demand-]
these r so long im sorry
Left directionless, the others produce the supply without much delay.
Handing it over seems to be a chore, however, with the way the boy with the chain drags his hand across his friend's to hold the drugs at his side limply.
His feet drag, until Mai's curt warning startles him into reaching forward and dropping it into her hand.
When he does, Takasugi nods to the side, gesturing for her to hand it to the shopkeeper. Provided she does, the man opens the small bag and dips a finger inside. He swirls it in some powder, then brings it to his mouth to taste. Takasugi had expected some derogatory comment about the quality, but the man's eyes widen.]
Where the hell did you get this!? No way brats like you made this shit yourself. [Apparently, it's good stuff.]
Oh? Go on. Answer him. Or you'll leave one man down. [Is it necessary for him to pull his blade on the boy beneath him? Probably not. But Takasugi does, sliding the cool metal against the boy's reddening neck.]
W-we don't know! I swear we don't! [One nudges another, talking over his companion.] Shut up! This guy's serious!
Don't know his name, but its someone wearing a huge hood. He meets us on the edge of town - maybe he's a shaman. Never really asked. Don't think he sounds much like one, though.
[Interesting. But not quite enough.] Where do you meet, exactly.
I want to buy some for myself, straight from the source.
There's a tree with a branch like a hook. Can't miss it. For some reason, nothing grows on that part. We meet under there. [The information flows freely, much to the muttered arguments of the boy's friends.]
I see.
That's all. Get out of here. [They hesitate, the boy who spoke most watching the one pinned under Takasugi's weight.] Now. [Takasugi looks to Mai to follow through on his demand-]