"What is this?" Mikado slid the shark mask off his face and looked at the small brown packets cluelessly, taking one into his hand.
"Weed?" Aoba ventured a guess, attempting to rip one of the packets with his teeth. "Mikado-senpai, you have a knife or something on you?" He looked at Mikado expectantly. "You know, I would carry one but the chances of it being extracted out of my pockets and used against me are too high."
"Uhm... Will this help?" Mikado looked through his pockets and offered him a ballpoint pen.
"You've got to be kidding me." Aoba accepted it with a scowl, his left hand, adorned with a fresh pink scar on both sides, twitching involuntarily. He used its tip to rip the packet and gave it back as if it burned him. Then he sniffed at the contents. "Weed. So this is the kind of thing Yellow Scarves dabble in nowadays. Sweet."
"Shouldn't we call the police, Aoba-kun?" Mikado asked uncertainly.
"That's one option. But if we just leave this place and call the police with the address, they will never connect it back to our enemies, so what would the point be?"
"It would be taken care of?"
"You know how much that's worth? Let's sell it, Mikado-senpai."
"To whom?" Mikado asked, looking at Aoba incredulously.
"Trust me. I have my ways." Aoba assured him with a smile. "I'll call the boys to bring a car here so we can take it. But let's get out of here now in case someone appears while we're waiting." He slid the shark mask back on and peeked out of the door of the small room in an abandoned warehouse, its walls donned in yellow graffiti.
"Aoba-kun, you shouldn't sell drugs." Mikado pointed out, following him closely.
"I guess, that's the general moral stance."
"I mean you shouldn't." Mikado's hand closed around Aoba's thin wrist and squeezed painfully. "Let's just burn it."
"But that's unreasonable, Mikado-senpai..." Aoba was pulled back inside the room, the door shut behind his back with a kick.
"Getting scary on me again?" Aoba asked with a sigh, looking up at Mikado's face questioningly. It was covered by the mask though. Aoba shuddered when his eyes landed on its toothy grin. "At least let's take a few packets in case we'd like to drop them in somebody's things to have someone arrested?"
Mikado's response was letting him go and throwing five packets to him. Aoba hid them in his bag with a sigh. The union with Dollars wasn't always good for Blue Squares' business. Mikado exercised his moral judgment like that as if he was the only person around who could tell right from wrong. Aoba was of the opinion that it didn't even matter.
Mikado slid the mask off again before taking his lighter out. Aoba's eyes narrowed when he recognized the look in Mikado's eyes. At least setting things on fire transfixed both of them equally.
"I guess we need to get away from here quickly after it starts burning, Mikado-senpai." Aoba pointed out. "Unless you want to stone yourself out of your mind."