[Hakkai nods. It's a quick stop at the apartment; a few packages to drop off, with their clearly written labels. He wonders sometimes how many people really see and use the medicines; there's nothing about them that looks otherworldly, but he's also never sure how well mortals can interact with items that have passed through the hands of those of the Far Shore.
Well, it at least seems to work for some of them.
Once they're heading back out of the building, he glances over at D2.]
sure!
Well, it at least seems to work for some of them.
Once they're heading back out of the building, he glances over at D2.]
You said you were going to ask me a favor...?