[Thievery had never been anything other than necessity to Takasugi - he hasn't cultivated any skill, no finesse, in the task. Supplies necessary to survival in a dragging war and a obstinate refusal to stumble led to a rewriting of the rules of theft.
No need to be subtle, so long as you're quieter than a distraction.
Bombs laid, or attack staged, he'd slip in with a few and smuggle what they needed. Maybe a bit extra, for the money.
Takasugi pockets a particularly polished fountain pen. So much for leaving no trail, but with the crinkling of papers crunching louder than footsteps breaking sticks, he doubts they'll leave as quietly as they came.]
No light, huh? [He extinguishes his lighter. With a finger idly flicking through a pile of papers he can't make out, Takasugi takes several to fold and tuck into his yukata. Abrupt, but they should move on.]
Let's go.
Leave the door open. [As they'd left it. Or, to a guard on alert for intruders, a distraction.]
no subject
No need to be subtle, so long as you're quieter than a distraction.
Bombs laid, or attack staged, he'd slip in with a few and smuggle what they needed. Maybe a bit extra, for the money.
Takasugi pockets a particularly polished fountain pen. So much for leaving no trail, but with the crinkling of papers crunching louder than footsteps breaking sticks, he doubts they'll leave as quietly as they came.]
No light, huh? [He extinguishes his lighter. With a finger idly flicking through a pile of papers he can't make out, Takasugi takes several to fold and tuck into his yukata. Abrupt, but they should move on.]
Let's go.
Leave the door open. [As they'd left it. Or, to a guard on alert for intruders, a distraction.]