YOUR TASTE IN EXPLOSIVES IS LIKE, IMPECCABLE, GOOD SIR.

[firecracker_bao]

WHO: Zhi and the mysterious craigslister responsible for this advert.
WHEN:  January 6th, Saturday, 1 in the morning
WHERE: A dark alleyway along Morong Street
WHAT: ILLEGAL DRUG FIRECRACKER DEALING

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REVIVING THIS FROM BEYOND THE GRAAAAAVE /A/

[firecracker_bao]

However, he was being ripped off big time, considering the original price of the firecrackers-- a child could have afforded them with simply their pocket money. What the man didn't know wouldn't hurt him, though, and so Zhi nodded his agreement and hefted up the bag, ready to pass it over and receive his completely well-deserved payment in exchange.

And promptly froze when who he had thought to be a stranger pulled up his hat to show his face.

Well, it was only the face of his friend's terrifying older brother who was banned from the post office for mailing one too many bombs and conducted god-knew-what experiments within the walls of his home and got kicked out of the Charleston as a result and scared even Zhi who had survived the horrors of Arthur's cooking and and and.

...yeah, he kind of sort of really didn't want to think about the consequences of what would happen should he ever find out the actual cost of the firecrackers. Now paranoid of letting his cover slip, Zhi carefully held the bag out to Hak Soo in silence, the hood of his jacket still keeping his face in shadow.