Łeverage { Snow }

maquinist:

_{✤— Profits had increased exceptionally in the past few weeks, but hiding the numbers had gotten increasingly difficult… as well as the actual cash. Lebreau was good help, but even then, the others were bound to catch a hint at some point. They’d been almost too comfortable, lately, with the lack of struggle.}
_{His pockets were stuffed to the brim.}
_{Maqui switched off the light, ready to close up shop for the night and head to the NORA house for a late dinner. The influx in wages meant more time counting the numbers. He swung open the door and made his way out— only to slam into something taller than the frame— and falling right on his butt, currency slipping from his pockets and falling into the sand. He rushed frantically to pick them up.}
_{❝W-What’re you doin’ here?❞}

Gadot had asked a favor – “would you mind scoutin’ the beaches tonight, boss?” – a favor he couldn’t refuse, but it wasn’t like he considered that option. When it came to NORA – his friends, his family – he’d do anything if it meant helping them, and that included shouldering their responsibilities.

As the sun settled and dusk grew upon them, New Bodhum was tame, calm, and moderately quiet as the residents sheltered themselves away in hopes of receiving a warmly greeting by dawn. Fortunately for Snow, this time of night proved relaxing as he began his stroll across the sands outlining their man-made civilization– but something caught his eye, a light gleaming across the way.

“Maqui’s shop, huh? Shouldn’t that kid be turnin’ in for the night?” A questioning utterance as he redirected his patrol– he was mildly curious to see what he was up to. Perhaps he was delving into the likes of a new project? If that were the case, Snow’s percentage of curiosity upped a few notches, and it encouraged him to approach the building a little more eagerly.

What had happened when he arrived was far from what he’d been expecting– a collision of masses as he made it to the door. There was a slight stumble in his step and a sound implying the impact had struck him somehow, but it proved ineffective. “Hey, now! Watch it–” And the moment his eyes laid upon Maqui frantically stuffing an abundance of currency into his pockets, a brow hiked in yearning interest.