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finally an excuse to thread w/u

[corvidad]

[ most days, it would be up to asahi or ennoshita to pick up special orders as they came in from ukai. sometimes it would be tanaka, and once in a while suga or kiyoko would tag along to say hello to their old mentor, the one person who above all else, let a bunch of rag-tag kids with too big dreams shove their foot through the door and get started on this whole damn business. however, this order was extra special, he had to sink some extra cash and a favor or two to get this order out of ukai, so daichi was doing the pick up himself. he even makes sure to bring a bottle of ukai's favorite sake with him, just to be on the safe side.

daichi doesn't bother hanging out in the store once he arrives - ukai knew he was coming after all. he remembers the way to swing around the alley of the store, to the large storage shed in the back, to knock twice and pause before knocking a third time and opening the door.

the scent of gunpowder and metal hits his nose the second he steps inside. just what he ordered. too bad he doesn't actually see the boss around... ]

Ukai-san?

pls feel free to thread with this loser coach whenever

[febreze]

[ ukai will get just about anything for any member of karasuno. for as neutral as his family's been in the past, and as he continues to claim he is, his favoritism - loyalty, really - is clear to anyone who knows the area and the gangs that surround it.

that's why he doesn't mind sticking his neck out for them when they ask. he draws a hard line at obtaining people, but it's something he knows he'll never have to worry about with daichi. he's not that type.

sticking his neck out doesn't mean he goes easy on them, though. he heckles and fusses and, when he's done with giving a hard time for the sake of it, he's clear about how hard it is to get some things into the country or just into their area without setting off any kind of questions from law enforcement. that's exactly what he went through with daichi not too long before this, though, and it's clear how well his attempts to warn work out. ]

If anybody ends up bleeding on my floor because of these-- [ ukai appears behind daichi from who knows where, nudging his way by him with an unassuming gym bag hanging from his shoulder. when he puts it down, the weight is a lot more obvious. and once it's on the ground, he turns to daichi, giving him a look that clearly says he isn't as irritated as his griping might lead other people to believe. ] I dried up favors for you, Sawamura. I owe a guy a favor now.

i want to but starting threads is hard

[corvidad]

[ he doesn't jump when ukai seemingly materializes from thin air, only puts his hands up (and the sake bottle) in mock surrender, like ukai could actually do anything to daichi. karasuno was a constant customer and visitor of the foothill store, and a damn good one at that. even if daichi ended up owing him, or did stupid things on ukai's grounds, this kind of verbal abuse was probably the worst he would get for it. their days of getting thrown out of the shop and smacked around with brooms are long gone.

daichi eyes the gym bag now with interest, and there's no reason to hide the excited glint in his eye or the way his lips curl into a nasty smile. he didn't order military grade precision sniper rifles and a handful of customizable M16's for shits and giggles. seijoh was crawling all over them, and wakun was now starting to eye pieces of karasuno's well won territory. if they were going to keep it, they were going to need better distance operations, and better weapons for training for some of their newbies. ]

Don't worry, we'll keep the blood off your hands.

[ that was always part of the deal, because neutral ground only works if it's not stained red.

daichi holds out the bottle to ukai, a small sign of appreciation, if the money hadn't said it enough. ]

I'm sure we can help with favors if it comes to that.

i'm good with starting. just hmu next time you feel the urge

[febreze]

[ it's not like ukai's the type to do anything in the first place. the extent of his level of roughing people up is tossing them out of the store, usually along with the use of whatever happens to be in his hands at the time - the broom, duster, boxes. and that's usually reserved for disruptive neighborhood kids rather than any who frequents the store for other reasons.

money or not, daichi and the rest of the karasuno crew have become something of an extended family to him. so his fussing isn't so much over the trouble to get the weapons as it is over what might come from having them. he knows they're meant to level the field or to give karasuno more of an advantage, but he also knows how these things go. that oikawa isn't the type to just settle for some kind of agreement.

the reply he gets earns a sigh even as he looks at the bottle, which he accepts after a second. ]

I'm not worried about blood or the favors.

[ he turns to put the bottle down as he moves to open the gym bag on the floor, unzipping it and pushing it open to reveal boxes of ammo tightly packed inside with what looks to be t-shirts lining around them, keeping the bag from looking as boxy as it should. ]

I'd just rather put off that day that one of you shows up here to tell me somebody's gone.

[ then he's straightening up and moving toward a few lengthy crates, the lid of one already pried open for the sake of inspection. ]

We've gotta find a different way to get these from here to where you want them, but everything's here. Take a look.

omg will do

[corvidad]

[ daichi's smile goes wry, knowing that in this line of business someone dying is more likely than not. even he's not immune to it for all the power and status he's gathered - daichi has noticed people following him around more and more lately, tailing his moves, and he's found himself sticking with the others more often than not, and ordering everyone else to do the same. better safe than sorry.

at least seeing the ammo makes him feel a little better. at least if something does go down, this amount will make them more than ready for it. ]

You and me both, Ukai.

[ the formalities drop for now, figuring there's not much point for them now. there was business to attend to and that business was just a little bit more personal than either of them would like. usually, having emotions muddled in business was a kiss of death on both cheeks. for now, it didn't seem to be a problem.

he follows ukai to the half open crates, crates with logos for random, unassuming snack foods. usually food was a good choice to keep out prying eyes, but if ukai said they needed a new cover, they would get a new cover. a shop manager would know better than he did, and he'd trust his judgement on it. ]

Do you think passing them off as cleaning supplies would be easier than passing them off as food?

[ at least then the weights would make more sense, but again, it's really not's daichi's specialty. he just opens up the crates, pulling out the disassembled parts of sniper rifles and analyzing them. this daichi knows, years of watching other gangs and shooting rangers and research has taught him how to look at guns to make sure they're not broken, that they're good quality, that the serial numbers have disappeared to keep things out of suspicion from the law. everything seemed in order, but daichi was meticulous, checking over the full crate to see that everything was there. ]