(He holds his hand out to take it back, fingers curling around it tightly before he tucks it away for safekeeping.
He doesn't really reply right away. Yes, if he finds another one and he thinks Matoba can help, he wouldn't mind reaching out again but he dislikes making promises.)
... I'll see what I can find.
(An offer. Not a promise. As for payment... that's something he hadn't expected. He shrugs,)
Didn't do much.
(He got shot and... shared a bullet neither of them could figure out. If anything, he feels like he just wasted both of their time. He rummages through his bag of sweets and holds out... a random taffy. A strawberry one? Or maybe it's cherry. Who knows what "pink" flavor really is.)
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He doesn't really reply right away. Yes, if he finds another one and he thinks Matoba can help, he wouldn't mind reaching out again but he dislikes making promises.)
... I'll see what I can find.
(An offer. Not a promise. As for payment... that's something he hadn't expected. He shrugs,)
Didn't do much.
(He got shot and... shared a bullet neither of them could figure out. If anything, he feels like he just wasted both of their time. He rummages through his bag of sweets and holds out... a random taffy. A strawberry one? Or maybe it's cherry. Who knows what "pink" flavor really is.)