“Well it’s quite simple. I need you to find someone for me,” she placed a picture on the desk, “and tell me everything you can about him. You think you can manage that, informant?”
Of course, once she did, Tsukimi was going to kill the man in the photograph. It’s what she had been paid to do- but that wasn’t a detail that anyone needed to know.
“WELL that’s simple enough, I guess you’re one of those people, huh? You know the kind I mean, right?” There’s a certain degree of condescension in her voice, an implied disapproval. Kanra doesn’t quite approve of those activities. Not that she has any room to judge.
“I don’t think I can ask for money for that kind of favor, it’s just too simple! I’ll have to take payment in the form of another favor I think. What kind of things can you do, hmm?”
