Usually when people said that they had a hooker on the other arm, but Zenigata looked about ready to die. He takes the money silently, and is already moving for the door before he looks at it again.
Fifty dollars. Dollars. No surprise that a man who worked internationally would have American money in his wallet, but damn. Too early in the day to be hung over, too. Jigen quietly sidled out of the house and went to smoke a cigarette by the waterfront.
The weather was starting to turn a little warmer by now, and the coat Zenigata had bought him was warm enough for him to tug the zipper down a bit as he paced. Occasionally he glanced at his phone, just in case Zenigata actually needed his help, but nothing.
He waited out the four hours without spending a dime (though the money would still be cached away for later, for that certain time when he'd be out on his own again) and quietly slipped back into the apartment.
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Fifty dollars. Dollars. No surprise that a man who worked internationally would have American money in his wallet, but damn. Too early in the day to be hung over, too. Jigen quietly sidled out of the house and went to smoke a cigarette by the waterfront.
The weather was starting to turn a little warmer by now, and the coat Zenigata had bought him was warm enough for him to tug the zipper down a bit as he paced. Occasionally he glanced at his phone, just in case Zenigata actually needed his help, but nothing.
He waited out the four hours without spending a dime (though the money would still be cached away for later, for that certain time when he'd be out on his own again) and quietly slipped back into the apartment.