Its been forever since Chuuya’s attempted something this simple, this civil. In typical Mafia affairs, it’s uncommon you have the opportunity to do something of typical business matters.

…Hence why he was so awful at catching a flight.

“Come on, come on- we’ve got like, ten more minutes to get to the gateway!”

His voice was stiff, decidedly snappy, as he tried to balance his luggage. Using his head to gesture insistently towards the general bordering area.