"Yeah, let's go!" Heiji was holding his bokutou in one hand and something crinkly in the other. It smelled passingly unpleasant, like the tiniest bit of spoiled food escaping from a plastic bag. Which, you know, it was.

"Since those robots liked the rotting meat so much last time, I figured I'd bring some along just in case we need to sneak by 'em later." He started down the stairs.