loose lips

The underground wasn't scary so long as it was early in the day. While the sun was still up, it was like a cleansing light was cast over the place and it seemed like any other slightly seedy shopping district. The less and legit shops were open for business, while most of love hotels and strip joints didn't open until an half past happy hour. The ladies of the night were asleep, or doing whatever they did during the day, and Wei could actually see where he was going.

He shimmied down off a roof and opened the door to a quaint looking little shop, lined with trinkets of varying ages and run by a man who looked prim and proper, with a slick vest and a patch over his eye.

"Hi! I'm Wei Hu Sun of Manta Carlos' IPDD, and I have a parcel for a Mr. Marceau?"

"Ah. Yes. Thank you, my dear."

Wei handed over the parcel--well, it was actually three fairly flat parcels with the same dimensions tied together with string, but who really cared?--and took the man's signature.

Another delivery completed.

Since he was here, he might as well actually take a look around. He kind of made it his business to steer clear of this place as well as eh possibly could. But since it was light out, there was probably no harm in it. Wei looked left, right, and decided to turn and walk a little deeper into Manta Carlos' so-called 'underbelly'.

@Kyros

Wei looked around like a child in a new store that had been left unattended by his parents. It was a palpable feeling of not really understanding the purpose of some of these storefronts, like ones that sold bottles of colorful liquids in jars, or a place that prominently displayed strangely innocuous cuts of meat in the window that made him feel just a little bit suspicious.

Looking ahead, he saw the girl he'd met the other day wearing an academy uniform and standing with a man as he got into the car. The man was noticeably older than her, to the point that he found himself wondering if the guy was her father or something.

How old was she, even? He'd assumed she was around the same age as him, but if she was wearing an elementary school uniform, then maybe that was wrong? Maybe she was significantly younger than him?

He could feel a pit form in his stomach as he trotted up to her. "Hey, it's you again!" He said, waving as though they'd parted on positive terms last time they bumped into each other.

When Wei first saw her, he'd almost thought he'd made a mistake. But that barely restrained disdain that she threw at him for someone she didn't know sealed the deal. She was definitely the same girl as before. When she asked him what he wanted, he froze for a moment. Why did he come over to her again? One would think that being brushed off once was enough for him. But he was determined.

Determined to do what, he wondered.

"Oh, well, I saw you when I came out of that shop over there, so I figured the only polite thing would be to say hello, you know? You're supposed to say hello to people you know."

Wei grumbled. He had to wonder if it ever got boring being so cold to everyone. Oh well. With the confidence given to him by the daylight, he wasn't going to be as easy to shake off as he was at night.

He could see the sarcastic air in the way she looked at him and waggled her fingers, and rolled his eyes in response. "Nice. Are you always like this or is this a special act?"

Wei followed her line of sight up the street and then down, giving a little shrug when he realized he didn't know what the heck she was looking for. His hands went into the satchel he used for carrying packages and pulled out a jacket. It wasn't his--Sid had thrown him a jacket he'd pilfered from a one night stand, claiming that the guy didn't need it since he was so hot.

It was obvious it wouldn't fit properly on either of them, but at least he had furry arms.to keep himself warm.

So he presented it to the girl across from him. "D'you want this? Y'look cold. Y'aught to, if you don't wanna get sick."