[There's shouting, and at first Takasugi can't parse the voice from any of the rest that had made up the din of the bar. He keeps moving, stumbling forward in the street until he's doors away.
Unsure which building he'd even spilled from.
A single glance back, to make sure he isn't being pursued by the owner or security - his only company seems to be the drunk embroiled in this mess with him.]
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Unsure which building he'd even spilled from.
A single glance back, to make sure he isn't being pursued by the owner or security - his only company seems to be the drunk embroiled in this mess with him.]
Ah? [We?] You need a place?