[ word travels fast in this city when there's a job to be done, which is good news for shou because he's nothing if not dedicated to earning his keep. not that marie expected it of him when opening her apartment to him, but it works in his favor — financially and spatially. he's in sutoku territory enough to have heard of the newest internet cafe's deep pockets and unending troubles, so he's come to size the job up.
right now, he's idling a good distance away from the place, noting its location, exterior, unique passersby... but so as not to appear suspicious in his stakeout, he's seated at one of the outdoor tables of a bakery across the street, a bag of to-go pastries in the chair next to him.
because he's watching everyone around him (even with a milk cream bread in his mouth) he pauses when he recognizes a familiar face approaching. ]
— ʜᴀʀᴜ (ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴʟᴏᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴄʟᴜᴇ.)
right now, he's idling a good distance away from the place, noting its location, exterior, unique passersby... but so as not to appear suspicious in his stakeout, he's seated at one of the outdoor tables of a bakery across the street, a bag of to-go pastries in the chair next to him.
because he's watching everyone around him (even with a milk cream bread in his mouth) he pauses when he recognizes a familiar face approaching. ]
Okumura-san?