Misfire grins in return, pleased that things have gone so smoothly. He knew this guy had the right vibes. With a click of his fingers, he points them into guns right at Ango.

“Since you’re being so generous, as thanks, I’m gonna dispose the hell out of your evidence.”

A declaration of eating all of somebody’s food framed as a favour. He truly is despicable.

Misfire takes a seat, the plastic bag he was carrying rattling slightly as it’s set down.

“So how ill-gotten are we talking? You shoplift these?”

He asks, reaching for the mochi first.