[ nice. ichiro's eyes scan over the paper: there's a brief light of recognition before his gaze flicks back up to match kento's again. it ties in nicely to all the murmurs around the city, and since ichiro's network is not nearly as well established as he'd like it to be, it's a golden piece to a puzzle he really wanted to solve.
he hops up to a standing position, holding the paper back out to him. he's in. ] What's the plan?
[ not that ichiro always needs one...but kento's kinda squishy. ]
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he hops up to a standing position, holding the paper back out to him. he's in. ] What's the plan?
[ not that ichiro always needs one...but kento's kinda squishy. ]