[There is nothing about Itsuki that most definitely says informant and not sex worker, so surely, this is also Itsuki’s fault for being so vaguely skeevy.]

[Then again, it’s been a while since he’s??? been??? Assumed to be one?? He’s climbed the ladder. He’s worked his way up! Most people who come on by actually know who he is! No longer are there awkward moments of men and women sidling on by and winking at him while asking his rates just as there’s no longer awkward moments of Itsuki giving them said rates and then realizing as they run their hands down his body that it’s sex that they want. Which is fine, honestly, Itsuki respects every Westerley occupation (and he’s done his fair share boosting that particular industry), but like??? HE THOUGHT HE WAS PAST THIS!!]

[Is what he’d think if he actually cottoned onto what Keith was implying. The sad thing about it having been a while, is that you don’t realize that it’s actually happening until later probably.]

[For now, he waves a quick dismissive hand.]

Here or there, it’s all the same. I’ve been around enough to know. [He heaves a sigh, sounding dangerously dramatic, as he straightens up from the wall he’s been leaning on for the past hour. Even though Keith didn’t necessarily approach him, he did unfortunately make eye contact with Itsuki. And he also talked to him. So like, he’s in for it now.] But it’s fine. I mean, it’s not really fine, but the joy’s the same at the end of the day, so.

[this sounds awful!!! Itsuki squints at Keith.]

So, what exactly are you looking for? [This one’s a new guy, Itsuki notes, looking him up and down with the intention of studying him, but like??] I’d hate to brag, but I’m pretty experienced, so there’s a good chance I can do whatever you’re looking for.

[THIS SOUNDS AWFUL!!! Anyway now Itsuki’s left the wall and is probably approaching Keith, hi]