[The arms dealer isn't able to meet with Grey until later in the day- since he's trying to keep on relatively cordial terms with this guy Grey refrains from growling into the phone and politely agrees to a time and place.
After that, the day is spent running from store to store, picking up necessities, good-to-haves, and generally killing time until he can meet with the dealer. Most of what he gets are groceries, the bulk of which are random vegetables, but he gets the meat Manabu requested (some random cuts of pork and chicken), bread, milk, butter, peanut butter (after wondering for a few minutes about the possibility of Manabu having a serious peanut allergy, or any other allergies that he failed to mention), eggs, and a random assortment of snacks.
At a few other places Grey also picks up a frying pan, a kitchen knife, a pair of oven mitts with a floral pattern, a whisk, a knit cap to hide Manabu's ears (he's briefly tempted to pick up one that has a pair of crocheted animal ears attached, but decides it wouldn't be wise to bring that home along with a gun for Manabu), a length of cheap cord, a deck of cards, a jigsaw puzzle with a thousand pieces, and in a burst of optimism, a book about a (fictional) SDF platoon hunting down a (fictional) serial killer. He also picks up a few medical magazines and a box of hair dye for himself.
Needless to say, he's absolutely loaded down with stuff when he meets his dealer near the port. The guy's bodyguard visibly relax when they see Grey's situation, and he tries not to be miffed at being clearly taken as not a threat. The arms dealer also looks somewhat amused, but doesn't ask too many questions. Grey's pretty sure he's overcharging for the hand gun but considers the expense worth the secrecy.
And after that, Grey has to lug everything all the way back to the apartment.
Needless to say, while it's not yet dark it's well into the afternoon before Grey's back. From the alleyway behind the laundromat, the apartment looks dark and quiet. Grey does his best to swallow down his nerves. The quiet is probably a good thing- he told Manabu to make it look like nobody's around!
He heads up the stairs slowly, footsteps slightly heavier than they normally would be by dint of all the crap he's hauling around. He makes it up the stairs safely enough, but once he's at the top, Grey runs into a problem.
His key is in his pocket. In order to reach it, he needs to put some of his bags down. And the balcony is tiny, without a lot of floor space.
After several long moments of fumbling, Grey gives up on setting his things down and opts instead to "knock" by kicking at the base of the door a few times.]
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After that, the day is spent running from store to store, picking up necessities, good-to-haves, and generally killing time until he can meet with the dealer. Most of what he gets are groceries, the bulk of which are random vegetables, but he gets the meat Manabu requested (some random cuts of pork and chicken), bread, milk, butter, peanut butter (after wondering for a few minutes about the possibility of Manabu having a serious peanut allergy, or any other allergies that he failed to mention), eggs, and a random assortment of snacks.
At a few other places Grey also picks up a frying pan, a kitchen knife, a pair of oven mitts with a floral pattern, a whisk, a knit cap to hide Manabu's ears (he's briefly tempted to pick up one that has a pair of crocheted animal ears attached, but decides it wouldn't be wise to bring that home along with a gun for Manabu), a length of cheap cord, a deck of cards, a jigsaw puzzle with a thousand pieces, and in a burst of optimism, a book about a (fictional) SDF platoon hunting down a (fictional) serial killer. He also picks up a few medical magazines and a box of hair dye for himself.
Needless to say, he's absolutely loaded down with stuff when he meets his dealer near the port. The guy's bodyguard visibly relax when they see Grey's situation, and he tries not to be miffed at being clearly taken as not a threat. The arms dealer also looks somewhat amused, but doesn't ask too many questions. Grey's pretty sure he's overcharging for the hand gun but considers the expense worth the secrecy.
And after that, Grey has to lug everything all the way back to the apartment.
Needless to say, while it's not yet dark it's well into the afternoon before Grey's back. From the alleyway behind the laundromat, the apartment looks dark and quiet. Grey does his best to swallow down his nerves. The quiet is probably a good thing- he told Manabu to make it look like nobody's around!
He heads up the stairs slowly, footsteps slightly heavier than they normally would be by dint of all the crap he's hauling around. He makes it up the stairs safely enough, but once he's at the top, Grey runs into a problem.
His key is in his pocket. In order to reach it, he needs to put some of his bags down. And the balcony is tiny, without a lot of floor space.
After several long moments of fumbling, Grey gives up on setting his things down and opts instead to "knock" by kicking at the base of the door a few times.]
Manabu? Can you get the door?