Same to you. [ Samatoki will keep his laughter to a minimum, seeing Asato's surprise in response to his mic. But he's not about to sit down and go over every fine detail of what he can do, when they have more important things to be getting up to. After all, a demonstration outside of battle wasn't exactly going to be the smartest thing for him to do.
His speaker takes up a lot of space, and isn't conspicuous. Here, though, is familiar territory for him.
Watching the cat disappear into the alley, he turns to look back at the streetlamps for a moment, gauging, timing. While he might not have them perfectly timed, they do have a little bit longer to go before the street will be lit up properly again. So he makes his move now, turning back to the building itself and striding forward confidently towards the door that he'd picked out for this... well, distraction.
It's an old practice for him, something that he'd done plenty enough while part of The Dirty Dawg. Being the vanguard allowed Samatoki every opportunity to break down doors, bust through windows, kick in some skulls.
Yoshiwara isn't really that different, at its core.
Without further ado, he doesn't even bother with his mic at first. Just sends a well-aimed kick at the door - it slams open with a cacophony of noise, enough of a signal if there ever was one. ]
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His speaker takes up a lot of space, and isn't conspicuous. Here, though, is familiar territory for him.
Watching the cat disappear into the alley, he turns to look back at the streetlamps for a moment, gauging, timing. While he might not have them perfectly timed, they do have a little bit longer to go before the street will be lit up properly again. So he makes his move now, turning back to the building itself and striding forward confidently towards the door that he'd picked out for this... well, distraction.
It's an old practice for him, something that he'd done plenty enough while part of The Dirty Dawg. Being the vanguard allowed Samatoki every opportunity to break down doors, bust through windows, kick in some skulls.
Yoshiwara isn't really that different, at its core.
Without further ado, he doesn't even bother with his mic at first. Just sends a well-aimed kick at the door - it slams open with a cacophony of noise, enough of a signal if there ever was one. ]