@koagema liked [+] for a starter.
“Hey, hey, chemist, I got a question for ya,” the delinquent says, waylaying his classmate on her way to the very class he never bothers to attend.
It is already strange to see him wandering around inside the school, but the fact that he isn’t breaking something or carrying a weapon of some sort just adds to this odd scene. He doesn’t wait for Chiaki to turn towards him, instead he overtakes her with his long stride. He takes up a position in front of her, making certain Chiaki can’t escape or ignore him. He wants an answer to his question and he is going to get it.
“Ever make anything that is ... less than legal?” he asks, a sinister grin spreading across his dark features.
The question and the answer itself aren’t particularly important to him. It’s not like he doesn’t have the means and skills to satisfy whatever illegal whims he has. Hell, everything he owns are stolen or counterfeit. He just finds himself in need of an actual steady income. Band mates getting pissed at his chaotic attitude and the lack of money their free gigs get. So of course he decides on the most harebrained and illegal plan.