Stash
Bankotsu knew something was wrong the moment he entered their headquarters. There was no smoke coming from any part of their house, indicating that Renkotsu hadn't blown anything to pieces yet. There were no empty bottles and food scattered around.
It was worrying the leader of the band - he knew his men well and being quiet wasn't their thing. They were a group of individuals, all with unique skills and hobbies. There was no way they could not cause havoc.
He had been gone for a whole day and now he was walking down the corridors, looking for his men. They were supposed to be ready to leave the next morning for a job.
He slid open a door and took a step back when smoke flew in his face.
"Ha, I found ya, guys!" he smiled and looked inside to see all six of them gathered around a fire pit. To his surprise only Mukotsu looked back at him and waved.
"They found my herb stash," he said as he motioned to the gang sitting and laying limply around the room. Jakotsu was smiling like an idiot whole looking at a wall, Renkotsu was trying to fit some metal parts of heavens know what into a tiny bottle, Ginkotsu and Kyokotsu had a grunting match in a corner, Suikotsu was trying to have an intelligent conversation with a bowl of peaches.
"When will it wear off?" Bankotsu asked and stepped in carefully, trying not to inhale a strongly smelling smoke. Mukotsu shrugged.
"A few hours top," he replied. "They didn't smoke all of my goods. Wanna try some?"
Bankotsu looked back at his companions. "Sure!"