"Is he going to be fine?"
Worried, Pika turned to the two men who had stepped outside the establishment. They looked at him, then exchanged thoughtful glances.
"He'll be fine," one of them nodded.
Then the other added, "I don't think the granny is lacking lubricant, seeing as it's necessary for her business. And as long as Izu keeps his eyes closed, he'll get through it."
Pika's face twisted as he darted his gaze between the two men. But who was he to judge? He had left Izu behind as well, not because the woman was a granny, but because he loathed this kind of business to the bone.
"I pray for his soul," he murmured, clasping his hands together before nodding solemnly to himself.
Whatever thought crossed his mind, the others could tell Pika had already justified his betrayal.
With that, Pika hurried off to a corner, rummaging through his bag to check his devices and get to work. The other two watched him briefly before exchanging glances.
