An otherwise lovely place? Akutagawa's dubious gaze settles on the man beside him, studying his form under the dim lights of the street lamps. What kind of person would like a place like this? Especially when they're also bearing a mark on their throat. He had said he was new, though, so perhaps he would learn with time.

It isn't Akutagawa's concern to break him in.

"Sex Drive," he repeats, still sounding just as serious as he had when he'd spoken the first street name. "I understand. Thank you for your assistance." He starts to walk away without waiting for a response, only to trip over something in the dark. While he catches his own balance, the package goes tumbling on the ground and pours open, revealing the contents inside. The glitter and condoms spill everywhere, along with the lube and perfume bottle toppling out of the box. Akutagawa stares at it in only mild disbelief. Why couldn't he have just been running drugs or a bomb or something?

"I was just a courier." This is very much not his box.