[Reliable as a simple delivery is to line Takasugi's pockets, he isn't inclined to offer his service regularly. A day marked by considerable recklessness - maybe its the rain, maybe its the dwindling amount of tobacco from home in his satchel - is his impetus this time.
Though he's quick to find something more than money to gain.
Running the circuit of a drug market, however innocuous the route may be, it's easy to get a sense of the narcotic's effects. What about it makes people crave it?
He doubts its the taste.
Bundle held at his side, Takasugi weaves the winding streets of Wyver, stopping only to deposit the allotted number of pastries. At his first destination, there's a girl with dark hair departing, carrying a load. And the people inside seem a bit confused as to his arrival. They're not low on stock.
At his second destination, the same woman enters as he exits; Takasugi casts her a lingering glance over his shoulder as he takes to the road once more.
At his third destination, he waits for her outside of the sundry shop's doorway.] I have a feeling I know where you're headed next.
[The same place as him - a bar that doubles as a gambling parlor, regardless of the hour of the day. It postures as somewhere 'legit', but no idiot would believe that for a second.]
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Though he's quick to find something more than money to gain.
Running the circuit of a drug market, however innocuous the route may be, it's easy to get a sense of the narcotic's effects. What about it makes people crave it?
He doubts its the taste.
Bundle held at his side, Takasugi weaves the winding streets of Wyver, stopping only to deposit the allotted number of pastries. At his first destination, there's a girl with dark hair departing, carrying a load. And the people inside seem a bit confused as to his arrival. They're not low on stock.
At his second destination, the same woman enters as he exits; Takasugi casts her a lingering glance over his shoulder as he takes to the road once more.
At his third destination, he waits for her outside of the sundry shop's doorway.] I have a feeling I know where you're headed next.
[The same place as him - a bar that doubles as a gambling parlor, regardless of the hour of the day. It postures as somewhere 'legit', but no idiot would believe that for a second.]