Ah, they were cheap? Chroma felt less guilty about it, then. Besides, if he played his cards right, Hori wouldn't even have to pay for a ticket for Chroma. He had his plans, but if all went south, a ticket would be fine. Wait--
"You already paid for them?" Chroma asked, blinking as he looked over at Hori, his mouth thinning with irritation. Ah, he hated that. Being in someone else's debt, especially monetarily, made his skin crawl. He tried not to let it show, instead smiling and peering at Hori's phone over his head, which he very well towered over by several inches. "You don't waste time."
At the name of the company Chroma's expression grew pensive. Liquid Color... Liquid Color... Chroma wrinkled his nose in a kind of distasteful expression. "Ah. Yeah, unfortunately. Never much cared for them. Like sellin' lifeblood, it is. Don't you think that's just the slightest bit fucked?"