“Well more fer ya, then. Ain’ ya jus’ so delighted ‘bout gettin’ more money?”
Heiji returned the pen back to the drawer and slipped his hands back into his pockets. “Whatever. Ya came what ya got fer, an’ I was done here ‘bout thirty minutes ago. Would’ve been on my way back’f ya didn’ come here.” Made it seem like there really wasn’t a big deal about this whole thing to him, though that was far from the truth on some matter… “Yeah it does, but ya can keep it. Got more where that came from. Do whatever ya like once that mug’f yers’s healed up.”
Carrying small ice packs like that was more of a habit nowadays, wasn’t it? What with all the knee pains he’d get sometimes, or whenever that shark of his old man decided that the daily blab out of his mouth deserved a good punch to him and it carried on the following day.
“More money? I only mentioned that to – oh, never mind."
Hakuba couldn’t help the compulsion to roll his eyes as he got to his feet. The very idea that he was in it for the money bothered him, and he was frustrated that it bothered him. That Hattori could so easily get under his skin, and that he hadn’t managed to keep that irritation out of his voice. So much for an almost decent interaction with the Osakan brute.
He straightened out his suit jacket, then turned with a sniff toward the door and started walking, pace brisk and steps deliberate. There was so much that he could say, wanted to say. But no, leaving was the best option at this juncture. So instead, he called over his shoulder with as much calm neutrality as he could muster.
"Thank you for the ice pack, Hattori-san. I hope you have a pleasant evening.”