[A subdued smile is Takasugi's reply to the woman's appreciation, his hand falling away from the door slowly, feeling it's texture as it drops.
He doesn't linger to watch her take a seat, returning to the street to see to his business. A contact met, then a smoke shop visited, the man would return to the bar a few hours later.
Typically people would come and go in that time, but no one had taken their leave, and only two more had trickled in.. No one spoke to the unknown visitor, all either taciturn or quietly conversing in hushed voices between one another.
When Takasugi arrives he first approaches the bar, a drink already waiting for him on it's rough, but not sticky, surface. No Joy exchanged, he crosses the small venue to join at the woman's table.] What do you think? [Of the drinks, mostly, but he welcomes any commentary.]
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He doesn't linger to watch her take a seat, returning to the street to see to his business. A contact met, then a smoke shop visited, the man would return to the bar a few hours later.
Typically people would come and go in that time, but no one had taken their leave, and only two more had trickled in.. No one spoke to the unknown visitor, all either taciturn or quietly conversing in hushed voices between one another.
When Takasugi arrives he first approaches the bar, a drink already waiting for him on it's rough, but not sticky, surface. No Joy exchanged, he crosses the small venue to join at the woman's table.] What do you think? [Of the drinks, mostly, but he welcomes any commentary.]