[Kanda follows him, already mildly regretting doing so, but the sight that greets him when he enters the lounge area has his eyes widening fractionally, feet slowing as he assess the room.

All these fucking losers sleeping like babies, and he hasn't managed more than two or three hours a night for well over a month.

Belatedly, he follows the informant, placing a palm flat on the low counter before neatly vaulting over it and landing on quiet feet. A few steps have him stepping into the room, brows knitting into a slight scowl at the herbal air within.]

...I'd heard rumors, but-- [cutting himself off, he takes a half step towards the other, eyes narrowing intently as his voice drops lower, just shy of threatening.] I hadn't been sure. Just what do you sell them to knock them out? Because they don't look like Bliss or Jakk addicts, broker.